He left office in January of this year, 1863, and was now living quietly awaiting the outcome of the war. Just a few blocks away James Henry Lane was ...sitting on the edge of his bed. The senator for the State of Kansas was being fellated by his wife Mary. She had never cared for the act, but she tried to please her husband. He was so often depressed. Ever since the raid and massacre in Osceola he had been rather morose, knowing that there was a bounty out for his head among the bushwhackers and. I then went down on her, running my tongue over her shaven pubic mound, pushing her thighs open, and sliding my tongue down over her swollen throbbing clit, then deep up into her wet open cunt. The effect was electric, she arched her back and clamped her thighs either side of my head. Her hands scrabbled at the back of my head, running her long fingers through my hair. I licked deep down round her sweet asshole, slipping a finger into her, then lapped up over her cunt again. She ground her. I have." Then we're brothers-in-arms. Or sisters-across-the-sea. Or whatever. Imust say, you look very nice." Mistress buys me high quality maid's uniforms, sir." Yeah? Could I borrow one sometime?" Certainly, if you wish." I worked in the laundry room at Folsom. I became very orderly. I thinkI should perform some chores for my wife now that I'm out." I understand. Do you have a maid's name."He looked at me. "I'm Rhonda," he said."It's nice to meet you, Rhonda," I said."Sissy sisters?" If you. He was at least 6 2 with muscles to die for and seemed like he had the six-pack armed and ready. Perfect for licking and tasting. I wet my lips with the thought. ‘No.’ I replied. I reached out to grab my phone at the same time he did. Suddenly, I felt his hands, a light, accidental touch. A heated spark I felt in my belly as well as my pussy. Then, a firm grasp. ‘Wait.’ he said. His hands squeezed, flexed. I felt his touch and my body grew warm, aroused. His nostrils flared. I tried to.