Her left hand tended to her aroused bosom, playing with the hard lumps that punctuated her endowment while her right headed for the burning slit betwe...n her legs.Anya slipped her hand under her panties and plunged two fingers into herself while pinching her clitoris, the crown jewel of her sex. As her juices began to flow out of her, she took the hand from her slit and placed it in the same place, but over the panties. Her wetness increased as the slight roughness from the cotton excited her. Juliette remembered her too. She had been fooled by the seeming innocence of Irma's lovely eyes and had been shocked and embarrassed when Irma French-kissed her in the bathroom and groped between her legs.Mother and daughter were paraded, naked, outside the door to their boudoir for the distinguished visitor. The pair stood to attention side by side as Irma inspected them carefully. Juliette and Fiona were aware that Magda was holding her electronic prod and endured the humiliation stoically.. She also had a shovel in her other hand. Not wanting to move I asked what she had planned on doing with the two survivors.She countered, "What are you going to do with the girl?" Honestly, I just wanted to keep the women from doing real harm to her, now I'm not sure. Most likely I will give Meri to you. Have her do a five year indentured servitude to repay her part in this."I shook my head at the situation. "They probably used her until they had captives to take her place. I would say that her. "He chuckled. "Maybe not. You don't never know." He sighed, the way he always sighed, a weariness built up over years, but he always recovered with that twinkle in his eye. "You don't never know. You be careful, now. You might get her and she'd turn out to be like your Aunt Frances." He laughed, wheezing tiredly. He said, "Aw, she's all right. Good lady. Loves everybody. Little hard to get along with, that's all. Cain't do anything about that. Ain't got no control over it. Only the good lord.