Each vowel made him quiver. I was enjoying this sight. My pet adored me, and I was his religion, while I cradled him with despotism. The floggings sto...pped. Charles remained on his knees. “Mistress, may I say something?” “Spit it out you slut. If it’s a redundant question or random statement…” I am your worthless fuck toy. You have the consent to defrock every orifice of this body. This body, which belongs to you, is yours to do whatever accommodates my Queen.” I didn’t acknowledge him. This. Mrs. Patel walked up behind me,pressed herself against me, reaching around and feeling my rock hardcock that bulged inside the skirt. She whispered:"Jenny, you always call me Kathy when dressed, after all, I am yourlover. No matter what we do during the day or night, you will alwayscome home to me. Look how wet your pussy is. " She guided my hand to herpussy as she touched and freed mine from the skirt and pantiesprotecting it."Look how wet you made my pussy, our dates will be here any moment,. "You'll see," Scott said as he opened the driver's side door. Inside the hall, there were only a handful of men. A group was playing dominos and a couple of men were bellied up to the bar. Scott felt fifteen all over again."Help you?" a balding man asked."Scott MacIntyre," he said, shaking the man's hand."Right," the older man replied. "Thought I recognized you." Missed the parade," Scott said, "but wanted to drop in for a quick visit. This is my friend, Janie Mendoza." One of Hector's. We discovered the power of the engine to be deficient.We went on to the east side of Lappeenranta and by river and Finnish and Russian canals to Vyborg.We had an English speaking Russian river pilot with us from the Sumoi/Russian border to Vysotsk. And we very glad of it. His name, being unpronounceable, became Ivan.Ivan had our particulars for the boat and our passports for the various busybodies that flock to any petty bureaucratic office.He recruited officers and men from the Czars Imperial.