Being a Saturday, some of her uncles were going out to townagain that night, so Susan busied herself with pressing their trousersand ironing their shi...ts. Even though her men were going out to try topick up women, she thought, she wanted them to look their best, and itwas with pride that she spent ages getting the creases of theirtrousers perfect and ensured that their shirts were immaculate in everydetail.She spent the rest of the afternoon reading her magazines and fetchingcups of tea and. With one finger he parted her lips. Probing and moving ever so slowly he slid one finger into her. She pushed her hips up to hurry him along. His finger was deep in her pussy he could feel her wetness. He stroked and plunged his finger into her bringing her warm wetness to the surface. Using her natural juices to make her aroused.He loved the feeling of his finger as it moved in and out of her pussy, made even more erotic by the small noises she was making as he played with her pussy.He reached. Mary looked around. She could not see anyone else. She was beginning to feel the pain brought on by the way they had hung her like a side of beef on the tank's front. The pressure on her arms was tremendous, threatening to pull them out of the shoulder sockets. They alone supported her as she hung there with her cunt and ass perched on the edge of the tank's front slope. With her head throbbing from the blow, it was hard to think. Still, Mary knew that she was going to be raped; that there was. Secret service agents tried to talk her out of it, worried about her safety along the two and a half miles between the Capitol and the White House.With Kate and Lisa at her side and an alert security team all around, Gwen began the trek. She hadn’t gone a hundred yards before she saw a young Marine with a woman and a small baby sitting on a bench. As she approached them, the young woman quickly dropped to one knee as the Marine snapped to attention.“Thank you, Marine. Is this beautiful baby.