Sierra wondered what could be so interesting as to take her mother away from a willing submissive who denied her nothing. As the days of Fall became s...horter and the temperature began to drop regularly, the girl found she had become a virtual servant. Sierra now did all the cooking, laundry, and housecleaning as well as grooming the horses. She longed for her grandmother.One evening, after Sierra, had cleared and washed the dishes, Cathy decided she wanted a prelude to the night's sexual odyssey. Dreaming and praying that everything would go to plan, and that the move to England would really be a new beginning for both of them, a fresh start. * Suzanne bent over the crate, packing it with possessions, her hair tied back in a ponytail, her ass in the tight jeans wiggling up at him, ‘Pass me the rest of the DVD’s, I’m going to put them in with the books and your trophy’s.’ Misha walked up, his hand running over the round and moving rump poking up at him, ‘Britain has s different. Then… oh, Liam. I love you…” more crying.He pulled me behind a big potted plant to hide us from the cocktail hour crowd. “I felt he was coming on to me…and that if I turned him down or humiliated him, your career would suffer.” Sob. “I didn’t know what to do. I am your wife. My job is to support you. What if I did the wrong thing and he hurts your career?” I paused. Shaking. “So, one thing led to another and…yes, I gave him oral sex. Nothing more.” Sob. “It wasn’t an affair or even romance. I. I just wish they had been older. Or had older sisters that were over 18. And for my last two years, they sent me to the fucking White Sands Missile Range, in fucking New Mexico! The LLS-1 USS Desert Ship. A fucking joke, it's a huge cement building kind of in the shape of a ship. They used it to test new systems like missiles and RADAR before putting them on real ships. By this time, the troop cuts were in full force, and I was more than ready to get out. Probably the only good thing about that.