" Peter, it's cold. It stinks. And it never bloody stops raining. Don't even get me started on the people... they're as ugly as sin." My Liege, I'm En...glish." And a good example of what I am on about." William turned to look out at the dreary thatched houses. He shook his head while his nose caught the scent of manure. "Stinks, the whole place stinks of pig shit." But my liege, at least it's quiet. These people will not cause you any problems." I'm not sure, living in such squalor might make. “And you loved it, didn’t you slut?” Jim cut me off.“No, he made me!!”“So you think he’s a lousy fuck?” Jim accused, “I warned you about embarrassing me didn’t I?”I felt the trap snap shut around me “No I loved it,” shame burning my cheeks, “but I didn’t let him, he made me.”“I think you owe everyone here a piece of that ass of yours, don’t you?” Jim was openly smiling now. He was standing further back then the others who were all leering at my legs. He held his hands up and pantomimed taking a. There was an officer's wife who had taken a fancy to him and he began fucking her regularly. Married women were supposed to be off limits, especially senior ranks wives, but they were a magnet for the likes of Ben. Her husband was regularly on manoeuvres and he spent many a night in their marital bed. One night however, her husband came home early while he was fucking her in their bed. Neither of them noticed him standing in the doorway watching them fuck. He had no idea how long he had been. I watched for a few minutes, rubbing my tits and stroking my pussy from the top of my jeans.Mr Peters looked over and saw how I was enjoying myself and asked if I would like to come in and do it for real in his room. I winked and went into the room. Mr Peters stood up, his cock looked like it was nine inches or bigger and was sticking straight out. He told me to get comfy and sit whereever I wanted. At first, I thought I could have some fun by teasing him with a little finger play. I.