Deftly, like the thousands of times she had done it before, she pulled herself up into the little treehouse before anyone could spy her outfit. Angeli...a was eighteen and enrolled at one of the city's most prestigious all-girls Catholic high school for her final year. Next year she would be off at university, but until then she was living at home, under the watchful eye of her religious and rather conservative parents. Her school had been partly chosen for its strict uniform requirement, which. Was that because they were White?We had looted so much stuff from the Butler plantation that we had a party the next day sorting out and giving away anything that anybody wanted. The women’s clothes went first, and that was followed by the cooking utensils. The guns went to me, and the forge went to Thomas, our blacksmith. The wagons and mules went into the common pool, and the few other things were picked up as toys for the children.We had picked up 17 men who could be trained to fight, and we. It took me a second or two to realize how hot her pussy was. I felt that my jacket was all wet from the juices that were literally pouring down her bare thighs.And she burned like me. I felt. Peas of sweat at the root of her hair above her beautifully shaped forehead slid all over her cheeks and mixed somewhere with tears, which lazily fell from the corner of her eye.Only a gentle, quiet sob, dictated by my occasional squeezing of her wet pussy and the rapid movement of her tits under a white,. After several weeks I asked one of the other girls about this.“You haven’t been initiated,” she said to me.“What?” I asked, “Initiated?”“You don’t seem to want to be a part of the club so you’ve been, sort of, ostracised”.I couldn’t understand but apparently because I had declined the invitations to late night drinks and after closure parties, I was seen as “not part of the team” and therefore not to be trusted. The odd thing was that this actually bothered me. A few weeks earlier I would have.