I’m from Sutton, in South London, in England. (pause whilst a prompt comes from off camera) And I’m a secretary at the head office of a major insu...ance company.”We interview her on her lunch-hour, sitting on a bench with a large office building in the background. She’s wearing a sensible women’s two-piece business suit and blouse, plus two inch heels. Her hair is tied back in a pony-tail, which is pulled forward over her shoulder. She toys with the loose ends as she talks – putting a few. I've onlyhad two lessons so far so I can't comment much, but the little I've hadhas covered more ground in one lesson that a month in my old school." What is your favourite subject?" Computers," I answered. "It appears the school has noticed that andhave scheduled me with extra, more advanced, lessons." Is that with Julia Toms?" Yes, how did you know?" Julia and Jill are both patients of mine in Milton Keynes. You'll likethem both. Jill is your age. Now let's get in Helen as there are a. I lay on my back as Chris positioned me and looked up at the four of them, my legs spread wide with one hand fondling a breast and the other between those legs. For a moment, none of them moved, they just watched me as I touched my own body. Whatever my face might have been showing, my mind was screaming for someone to do something, for someone to put something into my burning pussy.It was Sharon and Raul who moved. The two of them standing at my feet with Hein and Chris at my sides. Sharon’s. One side was mired in an anachronistic command economy, its serfs bonded only because of the colour of their skin. The other side, though no less racist, fought for a truly free market, a fledgling industrial economy which formed the basis for these men's livelihood.On 13 December 1862, the two sides met on a hill outside of Fredericksburg, Virginia. It was cold, and snow covered the ground. Rebel troops held a high stone wall, their guns pointed down at an army of blue-clad Federal forces..