The customers loved them, too.James had reported before we left that the girls were having a lovely time as his editors, and so was he. He and the boy... really enjoyed running the presses, and they were now making a news-sheet ever second day that was becoming very popular.His father and many of the other business people loved the accounts and notebooks I had suggested. I even made some basic templates for these books. The cards were very popular. They even had several orders for books to. - Are you sure they’re gonna be okay. I mean, I know they’re not k**s, but…- Tutututututu, don’t think about it. They will be ok. They said they’ll call tomorrow morning, so wait until then. Come, let’s watch a movie!- Ok…”Before we go any further, let me introduce those two girls to you. Lucy is what you would call a petite girl, without the skinny part. A-cup breasts (economies on bras!), a flat stomach and a cute little ass she likes to show by arching her back. She has long black hair. The guard would not harm her unduly; and he had things to attend to. He left the reeking dungeons, and banged the metal door shut behind him. Wide-eyes, the girl shuffled to the front of her cell. She nearly laughed at the thought of bringing her “things”. No prisoner was allowed to own anything. Even her worn dress was not called her own. God only knew how many times the soldiers reminded her of this as they ravaged her and stripped her dress from her slim body. Ruthlessly the guard snatched. He pictured her getting so wet, her panties soaked, her pants dripping with her pungent twat juice. It was a lovely, beautiful image. “Leak?” he said. “My boobs. I started expressing milk. Getting turned-on triggered the milk flow and suddenly I had wet spots on my shirt and then it was dripping down my chest.” He hardly knew what to say. “Is that...normal?” She shrugged. “I'll be damned if I know. We didn't even fuck. It was a disaster.” Later, they were on her laptop. “I can't believe.