" He waved to the men at his table and four young militiamen stood and followed him up the stairs, dragging the young woman along, both legs kicking f...rantically. Two of the men carried stoneware bottles, and all of them looked a bit worse for their drinking, their uniform jackets undone and belts loosened."Hey," yelled the man behind me, his gun still hard on my spine. "What about me?" He sprayed my cheek with his spittle."You'll get your turn, Davy," said the last men on the steps with a. With mounting confidence, I moved my hand down over her pussy. I stroked her inner lips which were covered with her moistness. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my middle finger slipped into her wet opening. Francine moaned loudly and opened her legs even wider. With my finger slowly stroking her G-spot, I finally relinquished her left nipple and began kissing my way downward as I slipped in a second finger. When my mouth reached her pubic mound, Francine lifted her knees to give me better. I did my make up and hair then dressed, the dress I chose was asleeveless black silk jersey dress which came about 4" above my knee, ithad red roses printed onto it in muted tones, the black of the dresscontrasted with the creaminess of my skin, it had a square modestneckline.My underwear was a La Perla black demi cup bra, matching thong andbarely black tights, black patent shoes with a 4" heel matching handbagand a red woollen knee length coat completed the ensemble.My hair I wore loose. Once inside, he shut the door and dropped the bags right by the door. Sweeping her up in his arms, he took her into the living room and sat down in his chair with her in his arms. "Oh, Master! I have missed you so very much!" she said, as she touched his cheek softly with her fingertips. She looked at him with her soft green eyes misty with the beginnings of tears. "I have missed you too, my little slut. It has been awfully quiet around here the last couple weeks," he said. "So other than being.