Lord Brownlow would have none of it."Not at all, if you hadn't formed the square he would have suffered the same fate as the ensign bearing the King's...colour."I then told him that Captain Parslow had played a major part in forming a viable square. His Lordship asked where Parslow was now, and when I replied he was in a Military Hospital in Aldershot he called his steward, and directed him to make provision to have Parslow moved to a medical institution in Windsor. Many people say that Lord. She broke away and turned. That ass, that perfect, tight, slim ass. How I wanted to feel those hips with my cock buried in her pussy. I wondered if it would ever happen. ?Now baby, kiss my ass.?I dutifully kissed each cheek. I kissed softly and slowly, feeling the firmness on my lips.?No silly boy, kiss it, put your tongue in my ass.? Julie bent slightly. I had never done this before, although the thought had certainly run through my submissive mind. Apprehensively I obeyed. I dove. “Uh, yeah, sorry about that, too,” he glanced at my arm before clearing his throat. “So, I saw you were reading a book. What’s it about?”Oh my god, did he just ask me that, I thought. I felt the blood drain from me and rise to my cheeks. I slowly started stepping away, brain whirling as I tried to think. Do I tell him? What would he say? No, can’t tell him, he’d think it horrible! “I’ve really got to get to work. I’ll be late.”Without giving him a chance to respond, I took off. I. He had her stand, with her arms out, while he took measurements of her. He weighed her and noted her height. When he had finished, he pulled a pair of grey nursing scrubs from a cabinet in the corner. Put these on Miss Andrews, he ordered, handing the scrubs to her. She obeyed, slipping into the garments. Ok Miss Andrews, just a few more questions. He wrote on his clipboard once again before saying, I noticed the bandages on your arms. It says here on your chart that you had to have stitches.