The convoy was heading from Chequers in Buckinghamshire, to the old RAF base at Brize Norton that the patrol had commandeered a few months earlier and...turned into a prison camp.It was pure chance that somebody, neither Millie nor her father knew who, had found both his itinerary and his route, and had been able to pass it on. They had been given not quite thirty hours notice, and planning had swung into operation immediately. Boase was one of about seven or eight top tier TaF people, all of. ‘This is a good place to be a kid,’ he confirmed for himself on many a day sitting in the rocking chair. He would rub the dry skin of his toes together as he sat barefoot moving to a slow quiet rhythm.Zeb sat in another chair on the other side of the doorway from Porter. His job was to watch the children at play and to keep them from wandering off into the woods or climbing too high into the old spreading tree. The grizzled man was too old to continue to travel into the Waste, yet he was also. I gave him the purple panties I had been wearing earlier to ejaculate into and made him suck out his cum once he'd finished.He took longer than I expected, but I think that was a result of his spanking; it took him a while to be able to get hard. Afterwards, I made him hand wash both the panties and my stockings, which I thought was a suitably humiliating thing to do.My husband fucking my legs and worshipping my asshole with his tongue made me feel quite powerful I have to say. I could really. I secretly wondered if I might get my whole hand inside her and wondered if I should talk to her about it or surprise her. The fourth finger was the step but trying would be another time.At the same time I was adding four fingers into her, he was leaning over me, resting on my back as one hand captured a wildly swinging breast and the other stroked my empty pussy and engorged clit. I felt the tremors begin in my body with the combined stimulation of anal, pussy/clit, and nipples. I felt him.