.........Amber finished washing him and guided him from the tub. She dried him off and carried him into bed. She flicked off the lights and went to be...next to him. As she tucked him in, she spoke with him. "That was a special mom-son bath ok? It cant be done like that again". Carl nestled up to his mom and replied "but I want it to be like that more. I like to tingle. Please.?" Amber took a deep breath and layed in bed next to him. "Ok Carl. If you dont tell anyone". "i wont mom , I promise.". The shot from behind surprised me and the ball tore through my flapping shirt, yanking me aside. I yelled and ran at the man kneeling among the fallen muskets and trying to quickly reload. He dropped his weapon and raised his hands just as I reached him and drove my bayonet through the base of his neck and out his back. He fell and rolled over twice, spraying blood and kicking his feet.I stopped, breathing hard while I wiped off and sheathed my bayonet and put my hands to reloading my musket. I. Beyond that, I had sucked his cock until just moments before he came, but it didn't even stop there... I didn't just go through the motions, I had done everything I could so I could make him cum. As I laid on the bed, I looked down at him and I admitted to myself that I wanted to cum too. I knew that this was more than just a desire to cum. In that moment, I wanted him to be the one to make me cum, and I wanted the reason I felt good to be because of his mouth.It's funny how that one thought. Hepulled against his bindings until his limbs burned with the effort. Painwas gain.The door opened and Dr. Screwloose walked in. That was Oren's name forhis captor. The creep had never offered up a name for himself.Sitting by the bed on a high stool, Oren could see him. Time for bedsidemanner and another one of those crazy speeches he gave."Good Morning, Bianca".My name's not Bianca, you creep. Oren. Oren Hartman. Oren wanted toscream but the thick gag precluded that."I wanted to tell you that.