We all had another beer an' went home.Three nights later, there was another meeting, this time attended by virtually all of the men of the town. Asa J...ohnson explained ta everybody that I was the captain of the Henryville militia, an' I had a plan ta protect the folks of the town from the Redsticks ifen they decided ta come back. The owner of the hotel/tavern had agreed to the plan; hell, why not—his could be the only building ta survive ifen the Injuns got real fractious.When Asa was through. One day I was in a real good mood when I called the office telling them I am available for any job they would give me, usually we just call the office to tell them we are available and they would offer us the first job to come which usually is so fast, because they had lots of customers and the demand on house cleaners was going on, around the clock.A little while later, the office girl called me, gave me the address of a nice villa, she asked me to go to the owner and tell him I am the. Instead, it felt like his big soldier was trying to hide. He could feel it shriveling as he watched."Fuck me, you big dicked fucker!" moaned Susan. "Deep, deeper darlin', the way I like it! Real hard, now!" Whose cunt is this, slut-babe? Who owns you now?" rasped Randy as he shoved himself into the woman kneeling before him, then held it still and deep for a moment while a little cum quivered its way through Susan's body."Yours, Randy. Always yours," she gasped. "You know that! Now give me. Most of them were completely resigned to this and were quite co-operative with their new Masters. A few had to be persuaded, but by the time the sacking of Tradagha was completed all the women in the Officers' Mess were most co-operative. The headquarters staff decided to throw a party, inviting every officer in the entire army to celebrate the victory.The junior subaltern in charge of 'entertainment' had been told that a cabaret was necessary and he solved this problem in the time-honoured way.