"What do you think of that slut?" Mistress asked."Perfect thithy attire Mithtress, thank you tho muthch," I replied."Not quite perfect. Pull the top o... the dress down I need to make your nipples more prominent."I slipped the shoulder straps down my arms and lowered the dress to expose my breasts. Mistress carefully painted some red liquid onto my nipples which darkened them considerably. She then blew on them to dry the paint. As it dried I felt a tingling burning sensation and my nipples. If I had a mission-if I was ever aware of one beyond our business with the enemy, it was to Europe. If I were heartless, I was heartless for Europe. If I had an attainable ideal, it was leading Europe out of her darkness towards a new age of reason. I have it still.”George Smiley’s concluding words in “A Legacy of Spies” by John Le CarreIt started off as a relatively quiet day in Berlin.Then, it finally seeped into my brain that the veil over the Polish operation and the collusion between. I was a little confused with my little episode with Fred I wasn’t sure what I wanted I had wanked another man’s cock and I had let him cum over me was I becoming gay even though I had a girlfriend, Just thinking about it was making me horny I would have to talk to Fred but I felt sort of embarrassed I needed to collect my undies he was washing for me, I often used to pop in to see him to ask when my next driving lesson was or when we were going fishing again so I went round his car was on the. At that moment, Victoria and the man on top of her stopped and turned around. "JACK!", She exclaimed in shock"Yeah, bitch, did you miss me?" Let me explain" Don't bother", he said raising his voice. Jack walked over to the man, who was collecting his clothes as fast as he could and kicked him in the gut as hard as he could. The man groaned and doubled over in pain. As he tried to get back up, Jack grabbed him by the collar, pulled him up, and pushed him against the wall whilst holding onto his.