Tears burned at my own eyes as I held both my sister and mother. Their arms were around each other, all of us hugging, remembering what a great man Da... was.Finally, the tears dwindled. My mom sniffed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said. “I ... I shouldn’t have been crying. I ruined the mood.”I shook my head. “Mom, don’t be. It’s good to cry. I understand. You’re my Mommy-slave, but it’s Dad who you’ll love. I don’t mind. I have Melody. I just want you to be my slut.”“Oh, I am,” she purred. “And I do. "Alice laughed because she felt like a secret weapon ready to destroy any man that tried to take by force that which was not on offer. It allowed her to move freely about into places she would have been too shy to venture into prior to her vaginal modification.One of those places was the large beer hall not far from her home. It was fairly benign during the daytime hours but after the sun went down it was another story entirely. Most of the unattached females in the village knew enough to avoid. She was cupping his balls with one hand and with the other she stroked his sheath, she motioned me to join her which I did and was soon feeling attracted to Casper who was going to be my new lover. Elaine guided my hand onto his cock It wasn't long before his rather thick and wet cock poked itself out and into my hand. The feel of it was strange at first but it didn't take long to begin to appreciate it's magnificence. It's size and firmness, Elaine was backing away and suggested I taste it but. "When the Daffadar goes to assemble the men, a messenger arrives before the tent and snaps a salute."Dispatches for Brigade, sir," the man says."Valise on the table, Corporal."The messenger picks up the bag and slings it over his shoulder. As he turns to go, he asks,"Anything further, sir?"The Captain thinks for a long second. The letter feels warm in his pocket. The letter containing Brigadier General Maitland-Evans revelations about Rungwa, the same letter that admits the assault is beyond.