‘Stand back.’ I exerted my stronger than human strength. The time for subtlety was gone. In the back of my mind I thought, ‘This is a fine mess ...ou’ve got yourself in Bridget. An agent of Allan Pinkerton’s Secret Service and a trusted one at that, breaking a notorious female Rebel spy out of jail. Well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.’ This had all started prior to the war. I had been living, so to speak, in Chicago for several years, having moved from Charleston in South Carolina. And then the move she'd been both waiting for and dreading came. He turned, moving his hands around her narrow waist and drawing her close. Linda didn't have to say anything. She knew what was on her mind, knew what was on his. She swallowed down a lump of fear, parting her lips and letting out a long, hissing breath -- it was finally happening! After all these years it was finally happening. Would she have the courage to see it through? Would she back out at the last minute just as she'd done. And after awhile we just slowly stoped and then we didnt look at one another for 15-20mins or so. then i wispered to her what was that for sweetie? she said i dont know but it was nice… i was like its crazy that we both thought the same thing when we looked at eachother i mean wow!!!! about another 10mins go by and she has her had resting on her right boob so i reach up and take her hand in to mine and she just smiles at me.Then the next thing i know she places my had on her right breast and. Slowly, cautiously - as she was in heels. She finally reached the loft and as i instructed, she sat by the hatch for a moment as we stared at each other through the very dim light.. i saw her reaction as she spotted my huge cock standing up, rock hard. She hungrily stared at it for a moment and then she, as instructed, crawled on her hands and knees over to me and knelt in front of me."You wanted it unwashed, right?" I whispered."Yes, Master.." she quietly replied."I havent washed for 5 days" i.