Mrs. Michaels moaned and dropped her full weight onto his face. Ross couldn't see much, but he could tell that his nose had become wedged into the cra...k of Mrs. Michaels' ass, almost directly on the bunghole. But he didn't mind. There was no foul odor, only the mingling of her perfume and the musty scent of her pussy.Ross furiously worked his tongue as Mrs. Michaels pinched his nipples, rolling them between her fingers. She let go to lean forward and wrap her lips around his cock. He showed his. ’ She said. ‘Standing at my door, and then going to your PC. I can hear you cumming you know.’ I was often very load when I blew my load, letting out moans of ecstasy. ‘For this you must be punished. Keep wanking your dick, and I am going to sit behind you, fondling my big tits. And you can’t look! If you dare turn around, I move out, and we never do this again.’And so that’s how it went for a week or so. I so desperately wanted to turn and glance at. “I suspected as much, she was brought up to respect her womanhood …” Sherman responded, “… but that makes no difference to her fitness for what we have planned.”And with those words the fate of Catherine McCown was sealed.Chapter 26 – Paraded from the Slave Pens to the Discipline Block, Around 7:15am May 12th 1864Catherine stood, head bowed, just waiting. The corridor of soldiers and slaves with eager, prying eyes was gathered before her. Troopers with lust-fuelled grins and bulges at their. Any feedback is welcome, I'll keepwriting for my own joy, but will keep submitting work at the request ofothers, plot ideas and pointers are welcome too.Playing both sides. By gentleman JimChanging on the train.Rick sat on his seat in the back of the quiet train that was speeding onits way to the big city of London, the others on the train paid him nomine, sitting there in his plain clothes a pair of blue jeans, dark dressshirt, long brown coat, he was almost half asleep when it happens just.