This became a bit of a weekend routine for us for the rest of that school year, and into the next, whenever weather permitted. Most times we made it t... the sandy area behind Blackberry Hill before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.About the middle of our senior year, as I was again straddling Brad’s hips – bouncing up and down on his cock, while he slapped and massaged my swaying boobs – I mentioned to him that I had met a guy a few weeks ago who had become my boyfriend.Still. So, that is what she must tell him. To avoid another gang rape, she would become anything he wished her to be. But before answering him, she had to guess what kind of whore it was that he wished her to be. The frightened, confused young female Captain had to decide whether he wished her to be a common whore who fucked men for money or a whore who fucked her superiors for promotion before she responded. She chose the later. " I was a whore for my senior officers, Master. I fucked colonels and a. I had told her that I never drove after drinking and that we would meet there. Nearly at once I recognized several prominent members of the cream of Houston 'money' society.Madelyne didn't seem to be there yet, naturally she was going to be 'fashionably late', and I had nearly two hours all by myself to slowly nurse drinks that I very badly wanted to gulp down instead.Since I was on-time and in fact nearly the first one there right at the dot of 7 p.m., I somehow managed to find myself. We went down and moved the truck in front of the barn and grandpa moved a saddle rack over next to his and we put my saddle, tack and blanket on it.He cleared off one of the large wooden pegs sticking out of a huge log type piece of wood inside the barn door. When I brought my chaps, rifle scabbard, and my duster into the barn, grandpa hung everything up on the wooden peg next to his and snakes stuff. It took us longer in town than we anticipated so it was late in the afternoon. Grandpa.