Then came the "Boots" song. Girls in the audience lifted their arms in the air and started gyrating their bodies on the floor, on chairs, and on the t...bles."Go to it girls," she shouted into the microphone, leading them in sexual body movements. "Lets go girls, show it to your men." Then back to "these boots will walk all over you." When she stomped, the other ladies did the same. They were in a staccato rhythm where her boots echoed off the walls while the girls were doing the same only a. I could drag your ass out there and let them all have you stripped down and inspected for me. There are currently over fifty males in my army camp and none of them would refuse a free pass inspection of a new female.”Resentful, I looked down at the floor and stood my ground. I refused to subject myself to any more physical inspections. I refused to appear willing. I was not a slut. I had not given anyone any shit.And the worst of it, I was not… beautiful.I felt trapped between a rock and a hard. One thing that I'd found while working for Clegg was there wasn't much time for civilised conversation with the guests. It was a pretty much relentless production line that ran them from the pick up point to the Sales Centre and out. A shame really, I thought, as I looked at Rachel.They'd put her to work in one of the Prep Centre cells. She was sitting at the table that held her computer. She had a brown manila folder in front of her. "Well, Miss Kernow," I said. "You look rather better than. I'd thought she was about the same age as Dad - who's 58 now. But, I guess, because they'd only been married about 12 months that she thought I was going to spoil their love nest, and so I tried to keep out of her way for the first few days back at the old family home. I soon discovered that their sex life was a lot more vigorous than it had been between Mom and Dad. It seemed that every night I'd be woken up about 2 am by the sound of them fucking in their bedroom across the landing. And by.