” She bit her lip and tilted her head, getting that mischievous look I knew so well, and that suddenly made my knees weak. She was about to say some...thing, but she took her time. “You know, it would probably be nice if you kept that up tonight.” “You mean - ugh,” I started to feel a bit dizzy. Granted, there would hardly be anyone around who knew me, but there was a difference between calling her my Mistress in the privacy of our flat and doing so in the middle of a crowded club. But her eyes. Either they had never seen a sailor before, or business had really been ugly for the past several years. They began grabbing for his crotch unmercifully while cooing sucky fucky overtures that would entice only the most desperate souls. He was taken aback and stumbled backwards back onto the busy street with both hands in his pockets protecting his over ripe assets. Dazed, he turned back towards from whence he came only to realize that he was no longer sure where that could be. A slight prick. But now he walked there in front of me and I wondered if he still had that bulge in his pants and when he stopped at my front door and put my bags down and turned around and asked if this was my place then yes, the bulge was still there. So I said yes, and would you like something to drink for your trouble? Then he nodded and I was quite nervous. I opened the door and he picked up the bags again and I showed him the kitchen and when he had put them there, I told him he could take a seat on the. My body shuddered violently, as I moaned out loudly in the throes of orgasm, and he slapped my ass in time with the thrust of the wooden invader deep inside me. Wow, I thought, what a workout!After recovering sufficiently enough to walk again, I held Uncle Clyde’s hand as he led me back inside the house. I showered again, then, I went about catching up on all my chores. Suppertime came quickly, and I was amazed that my uncle had done all the cooking again while I was out at the barn feeding.