. fucked. ... This is ... my pur ... pose in ... life." What are your other purposes? Why do you live?" I ... live ... to ... serve ... you ... Mis...... tress. ... I'm ... your's." That's what I wanted to hear, good little sissy-whore."I switched to vibration 3 and Melissa started to moan loud. "Yes ... Mistress... this... is... per... fe... ..... AHHHHHHH!" was all she could say before a hard orgasm rolled through her body. Her legs started to spasm and she bit the pillow.I had not enough yet so. Marie had a darker skin tone and her blue eyes were also darker. Devon's blonde hair was uni-colored and light, while Mrs. Marie's blonde hair was streaked and darker than Devon's.I'd been horny since the Devon Panty Show with the cops. Before that afternoon, I definitely gave a lot of thought to fucking Mrs. Marie, but the horniness made it much worse. She was wearing tight jeans and a silky blue shirt. They way the shirt moved on her breasts mesmerized me.I don't know how long I sat watching. Harry went to his office a troubled man. He wondered if he should head off overseas and make a new start, perhaps find a quiet woman who knew nothing about journalism, whose only thoughts were keeping the house clean and attending to his needs and trying very actively to get pregnant. Is that what he wanted? Yes, but… What did he mean by ending on ‘but’. What was the problem, Harry? Harry knew very well. He’d become very attached to her. He was also aware he’d helped to tame her, she being very. The train consist was kind of unusual: a locomotive with tender, an express car, a baggage car, and two passenger cars, both coaches. I rode in the first passenger car on the seat next to the door. No other passengers were allowed nearer than two seats from me, and I was at the front of the car nearest the baggage car. This time, I had two shotguns with me. One was my standard 10-gauge double-barrel breach loader, and the other was a brand new Winchester Model 1901 pump-action 10-gauge. Both.