And no less, either.Friday evening found her sitting on a stool in The Kensington, a midtown hotel bar, her Kotex firmly in place and looking as prett... as a picture. Having had her shoulder-length brown hair stylishly coifed at a midtown salon on her lunch hour, with a new manicure, new shoes and purse, she looked dynamite. Add a pale yellow, breast-hugging, nipple-popping shirt tucked into a sea green mini-skirt that displayed her shapely legs to their best advantage and, brother, put that. ' But for him it had already lasted far too long as he realized, 'Many more will die ... and the soil will become even darker before it's over.'That thought had made him yearn for home, which in turn once more triggered his memory of the beginning, when homesickness had been his biggest enemy. But eventually, like everything else, even that yielded to the boredom of the war's daily grind.'How depressing, ' Yargos thought, realizing, 'it's to the point that the horrors of battle have become a. As usual I wear nothing but my pink string bikini and sunglasses. Giving the two house next to me a great view of me if you are on the second floor.First Let me describe myself. I'm 5'7 at 125 lbs with 36DD-26-37, a great hourglass figure.In the right house I have a young 18 year old boy. Who I've caught jerking his cock to me while I lay there sunbathing. Now to my left is a Married couple. The wife doesn't really like that I sunbath. She has come out and yelled at me a few time. Her husband. “You were told not to move or make a sound slave.” Whack! Whack! Whack! Tears are running down my face now and I cannot control the whimpering sounds in my throat. Whack! Whack! Whack! I’m crying uncontrollably now most likely angering you even more. “Get up fully on the bed slave…NOW!” I quickly scramble on the bed quivering and crying. “Lay on your belly…NOW!” I roll over not knowing what will come next and not wanting to anger you. You crawl up behind me on the bed and I hear you fumbling.