For the first few nights, I could barely hear the noise and see the lights, but, tonight, was especially bright and loud, and there seemed to be more ...lanes. I could hear them clearly, there were definitely more planes, and louder! It was early September 1940, and the Battle of Britain...”The Blitz”...as it was called, was at a fever pitch! My husband, Phillip, and I moved to the countryside three years earlier so we could develop the farm we purchased for our retirement, cultivate crops, raise. Ellen had been dressed to kill, upscale-sexy, but not anything like a professional. She had that Audrey Hepburn lanky birdlike grace and she projected class with ease. “You’d never in a million years guess she was a working girl, huh?” I said. And she wasn’t. Not yet, anyway. Ellen would kill me if she found out. I smiled again, already relishing her anger. My hard cock pushed pleasantly against my slacks. What a feeling. “Erm. Ah, so, you’re her pimp?” one of the other’s asked. “Her husband.. I could not take my eyes off that massive dark erection.I laid on my back onto the bed, spreading my thighs wide for him.Francis was even hornier than me; so he climbed between my legs and soon I felt his thick cockhead invading my wet cunt.I loved the feel as the huge black cock slowly pushed its way inside me. It filled me completely, stretching out my tight pussy lips.Francis slowly withdrew, but not enough to take it right out; he then pushed back inside, but a little further this time.He. .......my hands on your ass cheeks grabbing firm and pulling them further apart so I can get in deeper yet. Seeing your cock harden and starting to peek out the top of the panties I grin ...........Taking my crop in hand I smile devilishly as I as say "I warned you already about that, my pet, now you must be punished"Spreading your legs further apart the crop finds its way down to the very crack of your ass and lands hard just barely missing your swollen balls."I am so sorry, My Queen, I don't.