I wanted to lick, taste, kiss, and suck every part of her. But, I had to start somewhere.Lisa was slightly propped up on the bed with pillows and the ...eadboard behind her. She continued biting her lip, almost as if to question how I would begin to devour her. She looked at me inquisitively, her left eyebrow slightly raised, and her grin again on full display.I pulled her down a bit and gently pushed her legs further apart. I looked at her before my first taste, my first kiss, my first lick. I. She was dedicated to fitness and that included involving our children as well. She was a stay-at-home mom, so she had the time, whereas I was a working stiff pulling an eight-to-five shift. I was on my feet most of the day and, after fighting rush hour traffic, I was tired by the time I got home. The last thing I wanted to do was to jump into some shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers and head to the gym or go for a run.You would think that the divorce would be motivation enough for me to get off my. At last she relinquished her last shred of decency and pride. “Oh Jack, I want to be your full time whore. I wanna be your little naughty girl. I’ll swallow your cum and service you with my two nasty little holes any time you want.” Jack looked into her frank gaze. “Anytime slut?” Her smile was radiant, “Yes anytime you want love. If you let me move in with you, you can ball me every night when you get back from work. I’ll drink from your squirting dick for my dessert. I’ll be your. In any event, I was now twenty-four years of age, and a Captain in His Majesty's army, a far cry from the sixteen year old apprentice scrivener caught poaching on his estate.Lord Brownlow was very affable and friendly; he offered me a cigar, gave me a glass of wine and bade me tell him the complete story of Quatre Bras. I did as best as I could, taking sips from my glass as I relived the memories of that terrible day. When I ended my story there was a long, heavy silence. Eventually his.