So, i worked with my owner for more than 5 years and made some money and decided to open my own beauty parlor. So, i did it, with the Money i had and ...some by borrowing from some of my friends.As usual, My daily routine work was going on well by looking big boobs, thy, massaging and masturbating, i was getting good money.Everything was going on well, till the day, my cousin sister came to my parlor, just as a casual visit, she is richest in our family people in our village, and she is studying. It added a lot of heat to our sex life together, and to our fantasy life as well. I would get to her to imagine me as a stranger while we were making love, she would get so turned on by this that I knew she needed to be fucked by a stranger one way or another. She told me that she never wanted another man, but I knew that deep down she did.It took months of waiting for the right moment, until one night when we stayed in town for the night. We went to a nightclub for a few drinks, It was packed. A large number of female Patriots considered his marriage to Peggy Shippen as the catalyst that caused his downfall. She was a known Loyalist sympathizer despite her family's adherence to the cause of the new emerging nation. Her ties to Major Andre were well-known and a source of gossip and rumor-mongering at a time when most news was carried by "word of mouth" rather than media releases.Major General Benedict Arnold was well aware of his new bride's proclivities when he joined her in holy. She was chained spread eagle on a piece of plywood which was slightly canted so her piss would drain away. Her shit just sat there. He came in every other day to replace the water bottle with a nipple that hung above here lips, but she had to strain to reach it. She always ran out of water at least a day before his visits. While he was there, he ?cleaned her cage,? not that it was a real cage, just a plywood plank and chains. He used a hose to wash away her shit and to rinse off her sweaty.