This all came down to a stolen dress and lingerie, but they were the only replacements I could find for some quick satisfaction. Should I tell them of... my leanings? Of my hopes at the end of this damn war?I hope that you can help my various predicaments and I await your considered response.Always your humble servant,Captain Quentin StockingMy billet is currently the Bas et Culottes farmhouse just west of Lille in France, on the Maginot line. Dear Captain StockingI'm fuming. What an utter. He put my “Slut” collar on, and I noticed the three camera’s set up in the room. The toy had a suction cup, and Samantha already had her butt plug in. she took off her panties and started putting on a show. Samantha layed in a seductive pose on the table, sucking the dildo while playing with her plug. Her sissy clitty was already hard, and her make up already a mess. After a few minutes, she grabbed the lube and lube the toy up, before finally putting it inside her. She gyrated her ass slowly. I asked if we should have another competition. "yes bt lets raise the stakes...whoever is gonna cum first has to cum on the other guys cock and then use it as lube to finish the other off." "mmmmmmmmm YES! that is perfect." i knew i was gonna win again....i licked my hand and regripped his cock, lubing him up a little bit. he did the same, and we began stroking cocks. we were now jerking each other off so hard now. he was so good at jerking me off, really fast long strokes. "i know how u like. He was a big boy, weighing the same as Molly, and often strolled through the farm. Emmitt never complained since he didn’t chase the animals and the girls always played with him. They had always wanted a dog but Emmitt fussed that he “wasn’t paying to feed the damn thing”.“Whatcha doing boy? You scared me.” Molly laughed. Rocky took another step forward and sniffed at her cunt. “Let him sniff ya, Molly” said Maggie. “He ain’t gonna hurt ya. He’s a good ol’ boy!”Molly rose up on her elbows and.