Nails match lips, both a glossy red. The blouse is tucked into the knee length black skirt, that hides silky place panties, suspended belt and silky b...lack stockings. The outfit is finished with four inch black patent stilettos.The envelope symbol appeared at the top of the screen drawing his attention. Heart pounding and sissy clit stirring in the silky panties, the mouse pointer reaches the envelope, click and the page opens. The thrill is almost electric as he sees the new message is from. Feel me up on our first date? Or f-lay me?" I don't know, but I wouldn't have had to jack off every night!" You didn't? Every night?" Oh yes! And sometimes twice." Did you do that to," Natalie asked Fred."You bet. Didn't you?" Well, yes, not every night though... It seems that I've got more... wanting now," she giggled. "How about you Angie?" Oh yes. That's the only good thing of getting older. You need it more... and get it more," she added with a little blush."Speaking of getting more, anyone. Mine. The furious fire in her eyes was frightening, but that didn't stop me from slipping my left hand between her legs. Damn she was wet as she writhed on my finger. You should have seen her expression - pissed!"You have to do what I want, don't you?" She groaned when I added a second finger. "That's why you look the way you do, because it's what "I" like. You can't refuse me either, can you?" The look of utter despair was obvious. "Why haven't I seen you before?"She looked down at my bandaged. Not suggesting yourself as one by any chance?” Ling smiled back; these two understood each other. The general was noble-born, rough, crude and a born army man; Ling was merchant class (which was why he understood the merchants, they were copies of his father), clever, sophisticated, and used to but not in love with army life; but they both understood something many others didn’t seem to. There were officers who fought for glory, officers who fought for wealth, and officers who liked killing..