Petra was gathering the guards at the moment, so I knew help would arrive soon. The freed slaves were sitting in a pew across the aisle, and I let the... be.I pulled from my musing when Nadine asked, “Shaun, I know you are an Outlander. Your strange weapons and clothes are a dead giveaway.” I just lowered my head in shame while her melodic laugh rang through the hall. “So, where are we going to live, my lord,” was her next question. My head shot up in shock.“Huh, why are we living together?. I knew what I had to do but I still took the time to feel up Janice just a little bit before I resumed time. I had never had my hands on her before and all I could think about was getting her to let me do this to her while she was actually awake. This was more for the fun of messing with her mind before her husband left for the last time. I gently lifted up her summer dress and pulled down her underwear as far as I could without moving her legs and then used a pair of scissors to cut them off. I asked to see the straws, and my old comrades just smiled.So on every moonless night for the next week, especially on those evenings when it rained, I was out there between the lines counting paces to the British redoubts, trying to estimate the size of the cannon I could see and getting myself scared blue, shot at and soaking wet. No one seemed to be in a hurry to do anything. Neither the Americans nor the French were eager to attack the fort, despite its small size and open side. I could not. Then a mellow feminine voice asked if I was waiting for her…I heard the lock on the bathroom door snap shut and glanced over my shoulder to see the tall blonde girl who had ordered me a drink.I struggled with my dick and underwear, trying to zip my trousers, when I felt a hand on my back. Then my face was suddenly smashed against the wall.“I want to see your cock, babe…” The voice growled next to my ear.I tried to push off, but found my assailant was stronger than me. The other hand worked its.