"Nnnnone, please," stumbled Donald.The kettle began to whistle and Miss Lancaster poured the still boilingwater into the teapot, placed its lid on and...then covered it with aheavily padded patchwork leather teacosy. "We'll let it mash a few minutesshall we?" she said rhetorically. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, you livewith your mother in Rossendale Avenue, your father?" Mmmy father left us a few years ago, it's just me and me mum," repliedDonald, the sobs and hiccoughing beginning to. She slid my manhood inside her mouth slowly and gathered speed as gradually before slowling down again like a professional. My first ever blowjob. With her hands she wanked the shaft and fondled my balls, cupping them like an expert, she was delicate and precise with her technique, creating a suction like airtight vacuum as she submerged my cock creating the most electrifying feeling and experience, running her tongue up and down the shaft and tickling the tip, licking it rapidly like a. My comment was irrelevant. “No,ma’am, I would never have chosen a job over my wife.”“Do you find me attractive, Michael?” Her voice had a new quality toit that I could not interpret. The simple question was alsodisturbing, something I never thought to hear from Thea Dietel.What else could I say? “Yes, ma’am, I do find you attractive.” Shewas. Late thirties, still in shape, with a pretty face – it was onlyher attitude that pissed me. No, I say! There are one hundred Dalriada men here in Ayrshire and I will take them to reclaim what is ours, to show you all your duty. These one hundred will never lie down while there is work to be done to free our beloved Alba, will give their life's blood for their country first, their own self-interests coming second.While these one hundred brave souls are doing that, what will you be doing? Will you be minding your sheep, drinking your ale in the illusory safety of your camps? Or will you.