"At that she produced an old letter which was protected between sheets of acetate. "Read this," she ordered.Kelly handled it very carefully. As soon a... she looked at it, she gasped. It was a letter written by a woman in Atlanta, Georgia, to her husband, an officer in the Confederate Army, during the Civil War. In it, she described the devastation in the city caused by Sherman's Army on its march to the sea. The letter was written in a hand so fine that the woman wrote across the narrow. Both men swung until the arms ached and each of their victims had received thirty strikes. Although the welts on Linda's ass were less red than the cane had inflicted on the Nurses ass, George was proud that Linda had not cried out with his merciless beating. When the Nurse had cried out at the pain that she was receiving, and as the cane was much more pain inflicting, the doctor had stuffed the nurses panties in her mouth to prevent others hearing what was going on, after all he did not want. But, the young girl worried that she was becoming too depraved, too much of a whore, willing to spread her legs for any cock!"What's wrong? Don't you want to fuck?" Stu asked, frowning, his cock jerking impatiently."Ohhh, yesss," she moaned. "But..." But nothing! You want me. I want you. We want each other, so why not?" the boy asked logically."Ohhh, yesss, Stu! I want you! So bad I can hardly stand it!" she cried.And it was true. She knew that her panties were already wet. She could feel the. ” I did and got a hell of a thrill. It wasn't long before I was rolling onto my side to face them and lifting my knee which opened me up perfectly. With Jim's encouragement I started to make eye contact. Some stopped and started general conversation, mostly with Jim but including me. “Been here long?”“No, arrived this morning.” “First time?”“For my girlfriend. I've been here loads of times.”My girlfriend? I liked that – propriety.“Where you staying?”“Got an apartment.”And so it went on. New.