We had managed to retain the services of Newton Ferrers, the Adjutant who had been attached to us just before Waterloo, and he turned out to be nearly...as good as Frederick Bywaters at the job. Sir Edmund had persuaded Ferrers to remain with the battalion when we returned to England.On the 10th March 1816, the 2nd/69th was ordered to Hounslow barracks, which is about twenty miles to the west of London, on the edge of Hounslow Heath. It was an odd place for an infantry battalion to be posted, as. Mistress secured the rope to the back of my collar. She then handed me an apron and told me to put it on which I did. It did nothing to hide the fact that underneath I had a raging hard-on. Mistress then took me back into the lounge, holding the metal chain attached to my collar. It was the first time I’d been able to see our visitors. I was introduced again.Sara was probably in her early thirties. Her skin was dark, olivy almost and her hair was long and dark, almost black. She was wearing a. We used to laugh about it, it was great fun.One day Bert told me secretly, he was also giving pleasures to the chief of the guards, a mid aged, stocky, mean looking sergeant major known as Bill. Everybody at the camp hated him and the idea that he was a buggerer never occurred to me, until now. Bert told me that Bill used to fuck him in the same basement. He preferred quickies with no fuzz, just pull down your trousers and bend over. Standing there with my stiff cock in Bert's hand I couldn’t. Blah, blah, blah. So there I was, going stag to the Ball. Ho hum. Boring! Dinner was, I admit, a great deal better than I had hoped for. The seating placed me with a lithe and lovely young lady who also ended up there alone. I was old enough to be her father, almost, and we settled into easy conversation and I actually found myself enjoying the company and the conversation. She was ravishing in her shimmering black, sleek and slinky cocktail dress. A black diaphanous affair with one strap over.