Then i moved my hand towards her tits an started massaging thosse little peaches. i took off her shirt and she took off her bra. then i saw the little...ones. the i started kissing her tits and oh was she liking it. then while kissing everything in between i moved to her pants. she had one of those really short ones. i opened them threw them away and started putting my hand inside her panties looking for her pussy. i started fingering it and soon after she started bleeding from it. i guess it was. Her black father, a Staff Sergeant, had died when she was young, but she was never told how he had died. Her French-Vietnamese mother struggled to support herself and her daughter, but hadn’t received any help from either side of their family. In school she was too smart, too black, too Asian - she was always too ‘something.’ Now, because these meetings were being televised, the whole country would soon see the results of her work, and its value. For once, she was - almost - ‘too. She would later realize that it was a laxative. The man holding her hair dragged her into another room. It was a small, brightly lit roomcontaining a cage that was a cube2 1/2 feet on a side. The top and bottom were made of sheet steel; the sides were made of steel bars. Chains on the top of the cage led to leather cuffs which were hanging inside. One side slid up to allow entrance. She was forced inside and the door padlocked. The cage was too small to allow any comfort. All she could do. The women were mostly average looking but had sturdy spines and wide hips for carrying children. There were a trio of young adult females strangely called Faith, Hope and Charity that serviced any of the four adult males on request like a “pool” of pussy for intimate relations. It was these three females that constituted the title of “The Hatfield Girls” when describing their nature.The addition of this group to the church was seen as a big asset because they ran a large chain of hard liquor.