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in similar situations every week, the odds were that one or two would call him.

"James, it's Margie Ferguson. I could use a night on the town; I need to get out and let off some steam."

Often, after a few drinks, Margie let off steam on her back, after James' tongue brought her to places she'd never been or where she hadn't been since her husband went off to war. "James, I haven't pleased a man since, well you know. Will you allow me to please you?"

Margie didn't wait for answer; she got on her knees.

Like lots of women of her generation, she was a virgin when she got married. She was faithful and never thought of another man until the war pulled them apart. "My God James, is that thing real?"

Yes, indeed it was real, and Margie couldn't help herself; she had to experience it: first in her mouth and then in her pussy.

"James, thank you I needed a night like this. If I could prevail upon you, could we do this again next week? Your cock was so good to my pussy."

"Your pussy and I must say your mouth were so good to my cock."

Margie blushed. "I-I didn't even do that with my husband, but I promise, if you'll let me, I'll do it again next week."

"Okay," James Rexham laughed, "But I'm going to want another taste of that sweet pussy."

She put his arms around his neck, blushed, but grinded against him, "you really liked it?"

"I'll tell you what. I have a small secluded place out on the Cape. Why don't we go down there for a few days, and I'll show you how much I liked it."

Even during summer weekends, the Cape wasn't crowded. It was the war. During the week, it was deserted, and the Rexham compound had its own private beach. The swimming pool hadn't been built yet.

James ate and ate. Mrs. Ferguson was exhilarated; walking around the house naked without anyone around. Sitting in this room or that room, "James, do you want to taste me again?" She spread her legs.

Of course, he accommodated her which led to fucking and sucking. "Margie, you know, you can go skinny dipping. There's no one around."

"Oh, James that sounds like so much fun. I'll feel so free and the war seems so far away."

What Margie Ferguson, and the other margies who James invited to the Cape didn't know was that the Rexham compound had numerous cameras which were activated by movement; even a movie camera. It was the most modern equipment available at the time.

Margie Ferguson frolicked on the beach and in the surf naked; all caught on camera.

The camera caught her naked, showing off her tits. It caught her naked with her legs spread. It caught her holding James' huge cock in her hand, close to her mouth, with a big smile on her face, and it caught her with that cock in her mouth. There were lots of still photographs, and a few taken by the 8mm movie camera.

They weren't really all Margies; there was Maureen Hurley, Bridget Costello, Annamarie Rossi among others.

As I said, James Rexham was a piece of shit, when their husbands, brothers, boyfriends came home from the war, he threatened to show the pictures to whomever, if the margies, didn't arrange for a few days on the Cape. Of course, they spent most of the time there on their back or their knees.

In addition to the threat of exposure, literally, James Rexham rewarded all of these women with the most amazing tongue work they could imagine. They'd go back to their husbands satisfied, but anxious to experience James' pussy eating talent again and again. He rarely had to mention those photographs.

TO BE CONTINUED

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