If you ever get to Jonesville, do not blink. If you do, you will have missed it. Jonesville lies along Virginia Highway Fifty-Eight, which hugs the so...thern border that Virginia shares with Tennessee. There is so little there, when you get there, that you are tempted to keep going without giving it a second thought.Which is probably more than it deserves.As I drove into town I was struck by how little (of anything) there was to see in Jonesville. With a population nearing one-thousand –. There was something decidedly erotic in the exercise, and the view of Debbie’s backside encased in her silk panties, and framed with her suspenders and lacy half-slip, added to the excitement. Dan had one hand on his secretary’s head and the other reached over to caress the soft silk of her pretty petticoat and white panties. His lustful expression gave a hint that he was very close to shooting his come into Debbie’s mouth. His secretary realised the situation, and slowly slid her soft mouth. I was really enjoying her caresses and soaked them up with the hot water coming down on my face and shoulders. Her small hands then turned me around and she restarted her washing of my body at the top once more, shoulders, chest, stomach, and then lower. I was relaxed, but as she moved down I could help but think about where her hands would reach in a minute. My soft cock, while only a fraction of its size when it was hard, was still not tiny, and when I opened my eyes, even while she was. Then came the ordinary women like herself who slept in a big dormitory and did nothing. Bottom were the serving women who wore smocks and were servants. None of them ever spoke and she wondered if they were dumb. The eunuchs controlled all that went on and were ever watchful. In the first few weeks, Laura was whipped only once more, for trying to masturbate. After that she just sank into a somnolent depressed half life.Then, suddenly, there was a flurry of activity in the early evening. Laura.