So what do you think you deserve for that my little slut? I don't know Mistress, whatever you think I deserve. She in closer - do you want to be kiss...ed you pathetic whore? Her mouth was an inch from mine. Yes, please Goddess, yes, yes. How do you want to be kissed slut, like a little girl or like a man? Like a girl Mistress, oh god like a girl. The sides of her mouth curled in delight as she kissed me softly, gently. I moaned like a slut into her mouth and sank in my seat. I was hers, anyones,. "My mother must be really upset about the state of Miriam and my marriage to call the Hammer's Cup Winning commemorative mug 'bloody silly'."I 'ope you're going to keep in touch wiv 'er; sending 'er post cards an' that, when you're in America." Of course I will – and it's Canada I'm going to." Same difference – anyway they talk the same as Yanks."I apologise to all Canadians for my mother's remarks.As the ERB were permanent enemy, or Opposing Force (OPFOR), to give the correct terminology, we. Half an hour later, at only six-thirty, with the sun still bright, I fell asleep on the couch in front of the fireplace, my first thirty-six hours of freedom having totally exhausted me.~~~~~The storm woke me...a brilliant flash of light followed seconds later by the roar of thunder. It was one of those summer storms of my youth, a cataclysmic happening. Walking naked to the window I saw, in the fading daylight, the line of rain as it came over the mountain and rushed down towards me.She'll get. You are sleeping happily, unaware of the world around you, your chest rising and falling with each breath of yours ... I can make out the outline of your body beneath the covers. I keep ogling at you for what seemed like an eternity. You are smiling in your sleep and I only presume that it might be a really happy dream that you are dreaming. I badly want to crawl into the bed, cozy up with you, feel your body against mine, kiss you crazy and make love to you. But I am tired and my stomach wants.