”“Ask her if she could come talk with me.”“Anna Taylor,” a white woman told him. “We don’t allow Yankees in here.”“Well, ma’am, th...re is this thing called a war going on. That means that soldiers do what they have to do, and the people without guns don’t get what they want. Is this your place?”“It belongs to my husband, but you Yankees have stolen him and locked him up.“Well, we are taking the place, your livestock, and your slaves. I will give you a receipt, and maybe you can get something at. Her tears were hidden by the rolled stocking as he buckled the strap back behind the post.He fluffed her hair behind her back, rearranging it to fall evenly across her back. Then he rolled the stocking back down and strapped it into place with the collar. He removed the floppy straw hat she wore, and checked the stocking for rips. There were none, so he replaced the hat, smoothed the stocking over her face, briefly held her chin in his hand, and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek through the. To be honest all the costumes were amazing and people had made the effort. The night went on and I was getting lots of attention and standing at the makeshift bar the amount of people brushing up against me was amazing. I couldn't move at one point as I was hard and had to press it against the bar to stop it flying out of my panties. The night was great and there was a disco and people were dancing and getting really drunk. I was looking around for my wife and couldn't find her. I then saw a. ”“You better believe I’ll take this to the grave,” I thought. Instead I said, “I agree with you but this cannot happen again and I'm concerned about what we can do about any future ‘aches’ that you have?”She reached up to caress my cheek as she continued, “I told you that I wanted to do the things on my list and this was definitely one at the top. But, I have many, many more to get to. Who knows if I’ll need another ‘check up’ in the future? I may just call on you again but, don’t worry, I.