This was just a day or two after the Americans and French had stormed two of the close-in redoubts at Yorktown at night with, we were told, wonderful ...uccess. The British counterattack, which we had heard some of the next day, evidently failed miserably. I had already reported that the artillery ammunition was much depleted at Glouster. The noose was tightening. We were now firing six or seven rounds for every one of theirs, and the fort's walls, at least on our side of the river, were showing. Expect our Gods to spend most of the day in the house, so I want everything spic-and-span for Them." Yes, Miss Pearl," we all chimed in unison."Good." Then she started handing out assignments."You're so lucky," Abigail sighed. "I wish I got to clean Their rooms."I beamed. Cleaning our Gods rooms meant that I was required to wake Him up; my mouth was already salivating for the feel of His cock. I walked as rapidly as I could to Their room, holding my bucket full of cleaning supplies. Their. He rubbed his forehead uneasily and let it slump again onto the glass. At least he wasn’t feeling like shit this morning, like he did most mornings on his three week stay in Ibiza. He had done well to go easy the night before, his body and head complaining after the punishment he and his friends had inflicted on themselves in the pursuit of pleasure. His mates were still back in the room they shared in the pensione just outside the town. He could imagine Baz still in bed with Tina and Dave with. Before the guys went to another room they grabbed a deck of cards that they could use to determine the order they would “go to the hole” as they were calling it now. Neal cut the low card and went first. He went behind the three doors and just thinking about what was to come he was almost instantly hard. He nodded to the guys and Eric slammed two books together and the girls came out with a kitchen timer. Lauren would film until it was her turn and she asked “Anyone recognize that?” They all.