What will you do?" She was terrified. I like seeing that kind of terror on a young girl'sface. It is how a beautiful young woman should look. Esp...cially, when sheis naked. "Now, tell me that you are my sex slave," I ordered. She hesitated. With one swift motion, I smacked her right across herpussy lips. She cried out as the pain stung in her most sensitive of areas. "Now," I repeated, "tell me you are my sex slave." She cried, but not wanting to be hurt again, began: "I am. And as for the bag … well Sir, those buttons were from the jackets of our own men, your men Sir. Maybe even the ones that were hanged just the other day. And then there’s the coins … Sir.” Sherman recoiled a little. His normal sound and ruthless judgement clouded by the parties involved. The Lieutenant was right, however they got there those buttons belonged to his beloved XV Corp of the Army of the Tennessee. “We need answers Lieutenant Sampson …”“We do indeed Sir.”Chapter 9 – The Bedchamber. "It's beautiful. I've never seen a cock so long, or so ... so thick," she said, and pumped it with both hands.Her hands looked tiny around it. She looked up at him and he looked deep into her eyes. She held her hand around his cock and they kissed each other's mouths and necks. She broke away from him, gasping for breath."Kiss it," he said."You want me to?" she said with an uncertain smile."Yeah." Ok."She lowered her head and planted a soft, light, wet kiss on the tip. She paused for a moment,. I’d like to expand people’s thinking about the spirit of service – in a spiritual sense. By this I mean that you open your heart and mind, your resources, and give of your time to the needs of others, including their physical, mental, and emotional needs. One question comes to mind, do we limit ‘others’ to our friends and lovers in the Circle or do we extend the concept outside our gates.” He smiled knowing that he was provoking an interesting discussion for part of the evening.The early.