"It's not much, but it will give us some background information." Can we maybe see them on the monitors already?" Agent 8 asked.This made Agent 1 smil..., and he said, "Well, you can see them on the outside monitor. You know our soldiers, they have been chained to the flagpole again."He pressed on a button and on the four monitor wall, they saw a huge picture of the girls lying on the dirty ground at the flagpole."Hmm, they look way too comfortable," Agent 7 said."That will change soon enough,". That’s how I thought of this place.”“Yeah, this was really nice,” I agreed with my mother.It started drizzling, so I watched how mom picked up her bra and started putting it back on. Then we sat under the tree waiting for the rain to pass, her head resting on my shoulder.We explained our wonderfully romantic moment in the apple garden to the doctor on the next day. She listened carefully and flashed a nice smile which was professionally practiced, but still told me we had succeeded up to her. It started when Tim swapped a jackknife to Buck that was supposedly the finest knife ever made. Maybe it was at one time but at the time the swap was made it had a broken blade. A coon dog was traded to Tim, one he had always admired, but when delivered, had the colic and died three days later.A shotgun to Buck--a beautiful firearm, but it had no firing pin and the company that made it was out of business. And then there was the '62 Chevy that Tim bought from Buck that ran perfectly, burned no. She almost laughed, he knew what was coming, she knew what was coming. And yet he didn’t say a word. His eyes never met hers as she brought the crop down onto his cock. Even though the blow must have hurt, he didn’t cry out, nor did his cock diminish in size at all. She smiled again and smacked his balls with the crop. This time he winced, but still didn’t move.“Drop to your knees.” Her voice was barely audibly, but he slid down immediately. She stepped forward until her pussy was in his face.