" Dave took Betty by the arm and ushered her through the door with her breasts still hanging out of her dress."Why don't I take care of that obligatio... right now while you gentlemen are eating?" Martha turned and seemed to flow off the seat, as soon as the door to the supply room closed behind Betty and Dave. Martha started with the man whose cock she had compared to Dave and the Coach's."You really do have a nice cock," she said looking up at him from under the table while he took a bite from. Deb ... hypnotized Jane into forgetting us, and then found out that Jane still needed to have my baby, and would try to find a ‘me’ she didn’t know to make her pregnant. Jane flipped from domme to submissive, and would try to find ‘me’ in particularly dominating guys, and we were afraid that she would wind up with abusers, having baby after baby with the wrong guys, and probably get hurt or worse in doing so.”“Jesus. No wonder.”“Yes. Deb is going to try to restore her memory of me, and do some. Each time we tore open a cartridge with our teeth some grains of gunpowder would be ingested, driving men half-crazy with thirst as the day wore on. I saw some men lapping at the puddles of water left from the night’s downpour like animals, completely disregarding the pollution, of mud and blood, in their frenzy to slake their thirst. Men hawked, and then spat gobbets of black sputum, even the snot from our noses was stained by the black powder clouds of smoke, rolling around our lines like. Boiling, throbbing deep inside. It filled her with impending ecstasy. Crashing against her walls as it sought to find the surface. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her teeth bit down on her lip bringing a tiny drop of blood to the surface. Deep inside her a moan began to build, clawing its way up her throat. The wave coursed through her and the rain on the window sill began to fall harder as if it knew the pleasure that she was feeling. Thunder rolled closer to her, filling her with the.