She seems to be big into the occult and stuff. We're gonna chat tonight. Don't worry Rex-y... I'll get her up here baby." and she leaned over him and ...ave him a kiss and a hug. Then she was off to her part time job at the doctor's office. "See ya later Hon. "That night she and Sandy met on the computer again. "Hey Sweetie, how's it going tonight?" Rita asked."Oh pretty good. Bored as usual, was feeling kind of lonely. Glad you showed up." Sandy answered.They started chatting about all kinds of. I kept coming over and over again. The guy called me a dirty slut and I loved hearing his words.He took his finger and stuck it in me and pushed the vibrator in a little further in my wet cunt. He made me stand up in front of him. He suddenly grabbed the toy and roughly tugged and pushed it into me, ordering me to bend over the bench.He smacked my buttocks hard and said he was going to have to push the toy deeper, since my pussy was loose and it would fall down. So he pushed hard and I felt. Sometimes it was at least tolerable, other times so shameful and degrading, she would cry for hours afterward.One night she had been sent to the home of a middle aged executive, who's wife had died of cancer several months earlier. It was Larry Tremper's idea to help him forget his grief. He was actually a decent man who simply wanted someone to listen, to understand, more than anything else. Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed until the wee hours as he poured out his loneliness and heartache.. His appearance was by no means enhanced by his tight English breeches, too large woolen peasant shirt and the dirt and grime that were all about his person. Rumour had it, abundant as always in war, that the lad was really of MacAllister blood and not as low born as his appearance would dictate. Having myself never talked to the little urchin, I could neither confirm nor deny any such tale. Truthfully, he was rarely in camp since he was the best spy we had against the English. Certainly, it.