.. then remembered that although the soldiers were not gentle with her, even these barbarians seemed to have a code of honour. They could already have...abused her virtue, not stopping, as they seemed to have for now, with her humiliation.She looked up to see the Lieutenant standing before her, the orange lantern glow lighting the silhouette of his head. “Put this on,” he thrust forward the rag that had been recently covering the body of Martha one of the field slaves, who, having been called. Your spaghetti sauce deserves the best, Mrs. Cummings."Again, my mother was impressed. "If you insist..." I insist," Kristen said firmly.Kristen, Merry, and I walked out through the foyer and outside. As we approached the car, Kristen turned to me "Jim, I was thinking of taking Merry to Martin's."Martin's was an upscale dress store in the mall that Kristen was particularly fond of patronizing. That kind of shopping didn't really appeal to me, and Kristen's explanation was a cue to me that I. I took one look in the mirror and shook my head, underneath the light tan I work so hard to obtain, my skin looked flushed and overheated. I pushed my messy bed hair out of my face, where the light sheen of perspiration was causing it to stick. At least Mike isn’t around to see this trainwreck. Mike is my boyfriend, whose sweetness always leads him to tell me how pretty I look, regardless of how I feel. Obviously he is blinded by love because this particular look was not what anyone would call. He wasn’t the only one, either. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the other men from his Light of the Lord Television Ministries had the same expression on their faces that he knew must be on his own, that mix of pleasure, arousal, and frustrated delight as they drifted on the edge of orgasm, not quite able to release. Like him, they sat there with their cocks out, stroking away but unable to get off. With his other hand, he reached down to fondle his balls. They felt heavy, swollen with.