"So are you the cock hungry TV slut?" he saidKnowing that Mistress Jane and Master Bill were watching somewhere in the surrounding trees I said, "Yes,... that's me" And you wanna get fucked in the mouth and in the ass?" he said"Yes," I replied, "I would love to suck your cock and feel it deep in my ass." Right bitch, he said open wide and suck on this."With that he pulled open his fly and walked over to me. Sat on the picnic bench I was just at the right height and only had to lean a little. I was born on the island of Corsica, in a small village near the town of Bastia.” “How do you come to find yourself so far from what must be a much more pleasant Mediterranean climate?” “I work with computers, writing software. My company has recently opened an office over here, so I thought it would be fun to look my friend Benjamin up again!” They laughed, looking at each other, and it wasn’t difficult to guess where Ben’s distinctive laugh had come from. It was that sort of shared laugh that. When it was clear that the room was empty of extra eyes, Sir Marcus offered Leif a seat. ‘We’ll cut to the chase Mr. Leif.’ Sir Marcus began candidly, ‘You’re an honorable friend of Sir Glen’s. I’ve been the victim, as have many of Sir Glen’s friends have, of your exploits as a companion and as a member of the Order.’ Sir Marcus turned with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I had hoped briefly, Taylor, that you would eventually serve me, but I think you’re better suited for Mr. Leif. I think it’s only. They knew that if they just spent their days jollying, drinking, having sex, and carousing that HMS Chelmsford would soon deteriorate into a shitfight, so they agreed to apply some discipline and stick to strict routines.The Royal Navy has run on routines from time immemorial; the day is divided into watches separated by the sounding of the bells, the routines of colours and sunset, and determining which rig is to worn, dress of the day or night clothing, and so forth.As much as the Wrens loved.