His lord was a lucky man with someone so nice loving his child. ‘Yes’ he said. ‘These are some of the drawings I made. But I also made one of y...u.’ showing a drawing of her walking home from the library with her little neighbour girl dancing in front of her and the calico cat trailing behind. It’s tail like a question-mark in the air. ‘Wow that one is nice. Little Agnes seems to dance there.’ He offered to do a drawing of her that he would use as a study for a watercolour for her. She agreed. Harriet was so horny after all that Mac had shared with her that she went by her desk there in the middle of the JAG office area, dropped the paperwork she’d had when she’d gone to talk to Mac, and then Harriet had gone directly to the women’s restroom so she could get herself off. She’d picked up her Navy blue hand purse to take with her because Harriet always kept one of her friends inside there for just such opportunities. She chuckled as she rushed to get to the bathroom, wondering what. She loved getting her face fucked, it reminded her of her uncle who used to face fuck her when she was just a little girl. Of course it scared her then but she had come to love it over the years – she loved the feeling of her man being in control of her, of dominating her, and using her as his little sex toy. She knew her throat was nothing more than a warm, wet hole he used to jack off his cock, and she loved every minute of it. Once he steadied himself he began to move his cock in and out of. As she finally tugged the pants downwith his underwear, she saw his semi-erect penis do a bounce which madeher smile. She reached his ankles and told him to 'step' and he did as hewas told. Now, they were both naked.She took his hands and he helped her back up to her feet. Somethingplayful crossed her face as a deviantly amused smile forced its way up,then she pushed him back to the bed. With a gleam in her eyes, and asilent acknowledgment from him, he crawled backwards until she signaledhim to.