"I think I should do number five," I whispered to Jay. He smiled, nodded, and came towards me, helping me pull down the front of my top. “Come touch...them,” I said to Hank. He stared at Jay, like he was monitoring his reaction. “Go a head man. Have at it. Have some fun.” Hank nervously reached out and surrounded my breasts with his big, strong, but cold hands. He pinched and gently pulled my nipples, while caressing the round globes of my breasts. The heat from my body quickly removed the. As she went to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his mother's lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the man's, he said, "I know how you feel. My Mom makes me ride in the stroller too."As I was nursing my baby, my cousin's six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of. She spilled a whole pail of milk on the ground. There will be none for the children now,” he claimed belligerently.“And a two copper pail of milk is worth a beating like this?” I asked.At this point, the mayor rushed up and inquired, “What is going on here?” He was followed by a contingent of the town guard.“This man was beating the girl lying on the street,” I informed him.“Albert,” the mayor inquired, “why were you beating Rebeca again?”“She spilled the milk,” Albert replied. At this point,. Then, Amy Sue sees where I am heading. I park the car behind an old barn located directly behind Dorothy's house. It's dark outside, so she doesn't see us approach. But, we can see her standing in her kitchen doing her dinner dishes.Not only that, but she's wearing one of the dresses we stole from her earlier – one of the two dresses that caused our whipping and sexual slavery. We also spot our suitcase sitting along one of the kitchen walls. I motion for Amy Sue to follow me, but to keep very.