It was dark blue, came to just below her waist and had buttons that ran about half way down its front. She hooked the buttons together clear up to her...neck and Amy promptly stepped forward and unbuttoned the top three of them so that they were open about halfway down her cleavage.Sam looked at herself in the mirror and reached to close the buttons again until she saw Amy wagging her finger at her side."Oh, ok," she said in a voice of surrender and released the one she had her hands on.Sam. They used to grow corn, squash, and beans but they can’t now that they’re always on the move. They collect and dry edible plants, fruit, and nuts that they find during the year. They survive on that and dried buffalo meat during the winter. They trade us their furs for the corn, squash, and beans we grow.“That’s the main reason they’re so happy to have us farming there. They don’t have to go as far to trade for corn, beans, and squash, and there’s a larger supply available. I think word will. Last week I went down to our Old Town section of town to meet a gay friend for lunch. A couple of car clubs were parking along our main drag and were having an impromptu car show so my friend and I cruised the side walk on foot to take in the chrome and perfect paint jobs. As we neared the end of the line of classic cars my buddy bid me farewell and jumped in to his not-so-classic Benz and cruised off. My Subaru was parked at the other end of classic row so I crossed the street and started. The place was a dilapidated dump butonce a month, a crowd gathered who could usually satisfy my needs. I was naked, strapped to a St. Andrews cross when Trace and two of hisarmy buddies arrived. It had been an off night. I was leaving for trainingat Fort Campbell next week. I had gone to the club hoping that some one witha talented whip hand would give me the discipline I craved. A pair of dommes had made an attempt at providing a decent floggingbut I needed something stronger. I was about to.