This time, we were to follow the road we had paralleled yesterday and push as far as we could to knock out any roadblocks or ambushes that we could fi...d. That seemed like a sensible order to me, so I was happier than I might otherwise have been. Also, he did ask me to see if we could pick up a burpgun for him for a souvenir.I got back to the platoon just in time for lunch, so we took a break for that. During lunch, we made a point of talking about anything but the war, but, after that, I called. Next time maybe we will shove our cock=s up your white ass, ' they both laughed as they slapped me a few more times.'fter they left, my wife untied me and the girls. I am livid. AJust what the fuck is going on here, ' I screamed at her. Everybody is crying and I'm getting nothing out of them. I figured to let things calm down for the moment.I went down to my office to see just what my cameras captured for me. Sunday night and Monday it is quiet, I did not see her around, so I assume she was. I turned back to see she had scooted out of her panties. I motioned towards the shower. She stepped in gingerly. She pointed to her belly and then mimed a slip and fall. Then she motioned for my phone.She typed. "I am scared of falling. Very pregnant. Can you please help me wash? It has been weeks."I started to step in, but she pointed at the showerhead and then my clothes. I stripped down to my boxers. I stepped in to the shower. The water made my boxers cling to me, leaving not much. Before I could say anything he had put his hand around my waist, so I slowly walked behind the desk with his arm and hand firmly around my waist. “Now, where’s my marker pen.” He said to himself. “Oh, I know! It’s on the bottom shelf.” As he bent down to the bottom shelf, I felt his hand slide from my waist down over my arse, which was covered with a tight black pencil skirt split at the rear, settling onto my stocking clad thigh. “Mmm.” he murmured, “I know it’s down here somewhere.” I could.