She lowered herself, uttering little gasps as she did so. She was still shivering with nerves and tension. She got about half of me into her and stopp...d. “Oh, it’s so big,” she half groaned. “I’m sure I can’t t-take it all ...”“Can’t?” I queried, slapping a buttock cheek. “That’s not a word in a slave’s vocabulary. Get it up you, girl!” She lowered a little more. She felt so tight ... so warmly ... silky soft ... it was sheer Heaven. “Ooooorrrr .... aaaaarrrrr ... aarr ...” she groaned softly.. Entire cities were destroyed under tanks and bombs. And the war not only took hundreds of slaves away from her, but regularly demanded her current husband, who fought near her, but was actually only supposed to provide her with information about potential targets.Robert had died in Guatemala, his successor in Algiers and the last one nine months ago in the Ardennes. Fools who tried to fight by themselves instead of letting her do it. But since no one had impregnated her, her grief was. " I am very, very sorry for being such an uppity self-righteous old cunt," said Barbara, then she blushed furiously and felt faint. She had never in her life used such language!But she had meant the apology. She never would have thought such a thing but she was sorry for... for being what she had just said.Something was very wrong here. Nate was bent over with laughter. Charlie was smiling broadly, eyes devilish. Barbara crossed herself."Well, that's great!" said Charlie. "We got off on a bad. It was her day off after all and she planned on spending as much time as she could relaxing. She continued to slowly swirl her fingers around and around her clit, enjoying the soft, gentle touches for a while but soon hungered for more. She began to move faster and faster and faster until she was certain that it would only take a little bit more to get her over the edge. Breathing heavily through her nose, loud and uneven, she continued trailing her left hand down her body and clenched her.