" "Paterson was a bush poet. Maybe our most famous one. I'm interested in seeing the country that inspired him." Diana sighed, but didn't push. We cam...e to a road on the left."That goes down to Binalong," she said."Great! We'll go back that way." There was a signpost pointing toward Rye Park, to the east. "Okay, I'll turn about and we'll get on to Binalong." There were a few dirt tracks off the Boorowa-Binalong road, but nothing much. Then there was a stretch with more vegetation. I pulled over. One of the DI's begin to understand Bret, and gently helped him place everything in his duffle bag. He was assured that, yes, they all belonged to him and, no, he wouldn't have to give anything back.The haircut, physical, and shots were also things that Bret had never experienced. At the orphanage he had cut his own hair, with a pair of scissors. Although required by law Bret had never had a physical, seen a doctor, or had a shot. Only kids who got sick received those.Once back at the barracks. "You do not cum until i give you permission, i own that cock not you". I replied "yes princess". She slowly moved towards her lingerie draw and pulled out a shiny vibrator, i never knew she owned this. She put it into my mouth moving it in out,in and out, staring deep into my eyes repeatedly saying "suck it like the slut you are". She left it there for me to suck on while she left the room for a second. She came back in wearing black stockings which rode high up her long, slender legs,. I would gently caress her calf as I shifted my hands around. I took my time with each foot and she loved every second of it."Your mistress is very happy with her sex slave," she said. "I grant you one wish. Of course I can deny that wish at any time so wish carefully." I wish only to please you my mistress," I told her."Oh you are such a good little slave," she said as she slid out to the edge of her chair. "Come to me," she said. I was on my knees and scooted up to her, between her legs. She.