He had tried in the past to give her a tour and she had declined. Mike knew some of the Navy’s traditions were sort of silly but it was expected of ... spouse or seriously significant other to be there for his or her sailor at certain functions. They were in port and this was promotion day ergo Tammy should be there for him since they were engaged. He felt once more her reluctance, almost resentment of the required social obligation to be there and it bothered him. Truthfully, in the last two. Here I brought you to this really nice resturant and all you do is fuck every male in the place." MASTER I didn't --"SLAP, SLAP. She attacked my face with vingance. Slapping my face."Don't you ever talk back to me, slut!" I saw what you were doing and since you really are just a lowlife slut I left you to your enjoyment. Don't complain to me if it got out of hand. Look at the way you were dressed. Just inviting advances. Well you got it, didn't you!" Now we are going on home. And no you don't. She used both hands tostroke Uncle John’s prick while the crown stayedbetween her lips and his hairy sac peek out throughhis fly.“Let me fuck you,” he whispered.Becky took his knob out of her mouth. “I’m having myperiod,” she told him. Along strand of salivaconnected her lip to the head of that huge prick andeven as I watched, a glob of stuff oozed from thehole. Becky pumped more out before her tongue lappedit up. Uncle John put his and on Becky’s head. I was back and reporting to my lieutenant early the next morning, having ridden all night. I told him about the fort or redoubt or supply cache or whatever it was across the Raritan."How many men?" he asked. The top of the frowzy head showing in his cot was reddish, and I wondered if I knew the girl that owned it. Fatigue made my mind wander. I showed him the place on the map and told him that I had seen only six or seven but guessed they probably had twice that number. I yawned and rubbed my.