My husband came over to me and pushed me to my knees. I knew what to do. As I was sucking him he started to talk aloud."I can't wait to turn Anne into...my little slut as well. I'm going to enjoy watching the two of you making out together." I tried to pull my head away to protest but he held my head tight. "Keep sucking slut if you know what's good for you." Your going to be eating my cum out of your sisters cunt and arse. The three of us are going to have a great time." My brain was screaming. "The woman's name was Hope and she had two young daughters, Felicity and Faith who were about twelve and ten. They had found me on the battlefield after the British and Hessians pushed the Americans from the top of that hill and forced Washington's army into another retreat. The woman and her girls had been out stripping the dead when one of them discovered that I still breathed. They hauled me to their hovel in a hand-drawn cart along with the boots and belts, tobacco and jackets they. Those souvenirs were found while he was at that conference, and the forensics people tied them to several unsolved rapes. It was not necessarily enough to convict him in court, but the trial would have ruined him and the politically powerful people he associated with. They used their influence to keep it out of the courts, with several conditions. He resigned, and renounced public life. His victims, or their families, were compensated. He is undergoing intensive psychotherapy. And he must avoid. You’re terrified but you can’t stop your vagina from lubricating as if to say ‘fuck my cunt big fella.’ Then the dirty and nasty cot you’re lying in that smells like stale sweat, your pussy is aching from being traumatized by the size of not one cock but twenty or thirty ... you don’t know if those cocks have even been washed. Then another one or two or three men come in and fuck you again. You hate it. Your pussy aches from the first gang of men but it still lubricates and you can’t possibly.