No sooner had they reached the French coast, though, when they were joined by a full fighter wing of Mirage jets.At that point, recognizing they were ...in French airspace, the RAF fighters maintained their altitude as the 767 descended to 5,000 feet and continued slowly to lose more altitude. The French fighters maintained close cover all the while."Your Majesty, the commander of the French fighter wing is Claude Prudhomme," their pilot announced. "He asked me to tell Princess Mary that he is a. "Your mine now. Don't speak unless I give you permission."He pulled on my arms tighter when I didn't reply. "I can't hear you bitch!" Yes." I whispered, biting down lightly on my tongue to stop myself from moaning."Yes Master." he replied."Yes Master." I answered obediently.He began to pound my tight wet pussy deeper and harder than before. Who is this man so rough and strong fucking me, I wondered. Part of me didn' t care that his thick hard cock was pounding my pussy as he slapped my ass hard. I had to unload the large coolers of meat into the smoke houses. It didn't take long to fill a couple of rooms full of sides of bacon, hams, and carcasses. I did the wrapping and added honey to most.We amazingly arrived at the second market by eleven o'clock. D's girls were at their table giving out samples of our various wines and selling bottles and plastic gallons to those that came. I was always surprised that so many would buy wine when they were offered corn liquor on the periphery of the. For quite a few months I had been in touch with a guy in a nearby town called Andy through the personals site who wanted to explore his bi side, but until now we hadn't managed to meet as I had no means of transport when I was at home, he was too far away when I was at university, and neither of us could host.I had his phone number though, so one morning I sent him a text message along the lines of "hey, r u free today? I wanna suck ur cock and have you fuck my brains out." Luckily he responded.