The bath filled and we stepped in. We sponged each other with the soapy loofah. Facing each other kissing all the time I sat in his lap my vagina was ...oing crazy for his penis to be inside. My hands stroking his face my vagina rubbing his penis as he held it against my vagina lips. Up and down my lips it went then I felt just the tip go into me. My hip started move wanting him more deeper inside me.He then said "no baby patience".So I focused just kissing and holding him. I then arched my body. " Before you got here, when you were around other children in class, how did you act?" Like I do now. Except I sort of learned to keep quiet." Keep quiet?" Yessir. In class I always knew the answers first. I could read all the words. I knew the numbers and the colors. I could read books out loud and I could read without saying the words. They just go right from my eyes to inside my head. But I found out that if I always acted like I knew the answers, other kids treated me different. Some of. ....how pathetic!"Slave Jenny sat up and turned towards me the same beatific smile on herface but not in her eyes. No her eyes showed disgust....but was it for meor what she was being made to do? Her face was lathered in Samantha'spussy juices and as she watched me, she licked her lips. This had theeffect of taking me over the edge and I screamed my release. I felt thehot juice splash into my waiting hand ....one ...two ...three spurts andthen a few drops. As Frank continued to fuck me I raised. She wasn't troubled by nightmares or flashbacks. It was hardly a real war, having lasted long enough to drive across that postage stamp of a country. It made her throw up. She told me once, she couldn't stomach America's new military role. Peacekeepers, World Cops, however the boys in (what used to be called) the War Department wanted to spin it.In her own home town, mother had seen enough poverty, sickness, legal atrocities, oppressive culture, and the suppression of women to piss on the whole.