I know we can’t be legally married but I feel we are like a husband and wife.”“Oh my god, yes! Yes! I love you Dan!” she said loudly, wrapping... her arms around his neck.“Wow, I didn’t expect that kind of reaction from a woman who once valued her independence.”“You’ve beaten me down to become a cock and pussy loving slut, whose happy being your wife!”“Shhh! Keep your voice down, people will hear you!” he said glancing at a few other customers on the store.“I’m a happily married slut who loves a. Barnes, I—" Your mother will be informed of this," the stern woman interrupted as she walked away.Paige buried her face in the stranger's chest and rolled her eyes. It surprised her to feel chills run down her spine as she inhaled his woodsy cologne. He shifted and she felt her nipples rub across his shirt. The thoughts in Paige's head at that moment did not belong in a library and she knew it. That fact didn't stop them."I wonder if this could be considered our first date," Kyle. Geneviève knew a few of the minister’s wives or mistresses. Some of the German male officers had made friends with some French civil servants. Geneviève whispered into Marion’s ear that there would be lots to watch, even men with men. Marion smiled and answered that there was very little she had not yet seen. Special servants, male and female, were walking around the room with a tray of hors-d’oeuvres or glasses of champagne. The male servants were fully dressed but had their erect cock. "None a'your damn'd business, y'filthy colonial. Step aside." He stuck his whip in his belt and drew and flourished his sword, turned his head and yelled, "Sar'nt Howser."The slaves stopped, bunching up behind the white woman. I glanced at her, and she glared at me, filled with anger, breasts nearly exposed by a torn bodice that hung down one arm. I noticed she was barefoot. The big sergeant came galloping up, snapped off a salute, and I stepped beside his horse, reached up and grabbed his belt.