We wanted her to know that from now on she was our sex slave and was expected to do whatever we asked without question. We wanted her to experience to...al humiliation so she would submit herself to us unconditionally. My taking of her virgin asshole last week was just the beginning for her.Heather was working at the dress boutique in the mall tonight. The store closed at ten o'clock. She had already planned to meet Christine after work expecting another night of erotic play. It was almost ten. . I'll split the winnings." Wanna bet the Rose Bowl?"I started laughing... "I'll get my dad."I left the room ... ten or fifteen minutes later, my dad came out with an envelope for me to take to the bank. That's all he did ... never spoke a word ... just handed it to me. It said, Chief Teller: Clinton National Bank.I walked down town to the bank and handed in the note.The teller opened the note ... read it and looked at me."How do you know Bill Buffat?" Read about him in the Journal."He was. Did I want it to go on and on? ...What if Penny had an attack of conscience and confessed all to Paul?...What if.....There were just too many questions. My head span as I drove along, going over them in my mind as the miles passed by painfully slowly.Eventually I realised there was only one possible way forward. Penny and I had to talk and talk soon if my mind was ever going to be pacified. I dialled her mobile with my hands-free phone. The ringing tone echoed around the car as I waited. They mounted up and rode northeast.The next road they came to, the regiment rode northwest. They had slowed to a trot and the sun was sinking in the west when a group of mounted men charged into the middle of the column with drawn sabers.“Carbines, carbines,” Sam shouted. Company E was about overrun by the charge, but Company F turned directly towards the attackers. Most of them used their carbines, and the attackers were shot before they could get close enough to slash. Sam emptied his carbine.