"Nothing," I sighed. "But I was about to cum and I don't want to finish just yet." Oh, OK," she said. "I thought I'd done something wrong." No," I sai...d, reassuringly. "It was perfect." Good," she said. "Now it's your turn."-3-"You want me to eat you out?" I asked her.Rebecca sighed, looking forlorn, and sat up in bed beside me. Despite the fact that she was still wearing her flannel pajamas and I was stark naked, I felt comfortable. She looked away from me and I sat up on my elbows."What's. “Very well. Come with me,” that wasn’t a request.“You are?” I asked him now.“Captain Juan Gomez, Judge Advocate General’s Corps. We need your testimony in the matter of your ex-wife, who was apparently something of a civilian worker and camp follower for the Klan, thanks to her late second husband, Clifford Coleman. Did you know that he held the rank of Klensign in the Klan forces? That’s roughly the same rank as you. Equivalent to a butterbar like yourself. Second lieutenant or what the. He slaps my arse, hard.“I said touch yourself”No, I say“now”There are no questions, its only orders. He spanks me again, repeatedly, each time in a different place. His face doesn’t change as he does it which puzzles me. The pressure forces the dildo further into my arse. I don’t think I can take anymore. I feel so full. His cock stretching my tight pussy and the dildo stretching my almost virgin arse.He pulls my hair back so that my back arches and my neck hurts. I know him too well, he won’t. She shifted behind me, sometimes her small breast grazing my back as she worked.“Okay,” she said, her voice gentle. She leaned me over. “Come on, Becky, you look exhausted. Let’s get you beneath the covers.”“Mmm, you don’t want to fuck?” I muttered, my voice slurred. I didn’t fight her as she stretched me out on the bed.She stared down at me and fluffed my pillow. “I’ll be here in the morning. Just get some sleep.”She leaned down and planted an almost chaste kiss on my mouth, barely more than a.