I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I sighed in pleasure as he slid the head into me.“I’m going to teach you to ride today baby.�...� He smirked and rolled over gripping my hips so I was above his huge rod. “Slide down.” I did. “That’s good, slowly…that’s it all the way in, so I can enjoy you.” I moaned softly as I sat all the way down on his hips and leaned on his chest for support. “Mmmm such a good girl…now start bouncing slowly.”“Yes Master” I moaned out gently and started to. She tried to contain her moans of ecstasy, but to no avail. I used her moans to figure out where to use my tongue and how. I find that flicking what I have come to call her “pearl” the most sensitive part of her clit was the best for her. Being so close to my first pussy, there were many things that I wanted to do. So I started by inserting my fingers into her pussy and began stroking them in and out. I used one at first, but that didn’t feel like it was enough so inserted another. It was a. The point she has the qualifications. I was going to make her feel welcomed.I had moved in my last box and I was sitting behind my desk and there was a knock.“Please come in. You must be Mary Lou Johnson and I am Kristen.”“I am glad to meet you as well. I was instructed to report to you to start training,” said Mary Lou.“We do not have to start training right away. I can show you around and we can talk to get you comfortable.”“Personnel informed me there was a problem with housing and it was. Originally I wanted to go to Law School and become a kick-ass attorney. Growing up, I practically worshipped Johnny Cochrane, the brilliant African-American attorney who successfully defended ex-NFL star and actor turned social pariah Orenthal James Simpson. The faces of the men and women I killed in the Middle East haunted my dreams, and I sought help. Psychiatrists, priests, shamans, nobody could help me. I lost my job, became a drunkard, and ended up homeless. Yeah, that’s right. The war.