" Willy stood in the doorway, his face freshly scrubbed and rosy pink,feathery lashes sweeping his cheeks. "You are very kind." Think nothing of it. C...n't have you going down the stairs looking likePocahontas just out of the woods. Bombs may be falling and cities maybe burning, but a girl still as to look her best. It's Saturday, andMortimer has dinner-guests to night." Dinner! Oh, yes, I'm very hungry now." Good. You're in the right place. Mortimer holds the tenancies on mostof the farms. Standing at attention." She grinned and added. "Justlike the little soldier he wants to be." Of course our little soldier is out of uniform," she teased. "He mayneed to be punished." Jen..." Tom began. He didn't like her reference to a uniform. Heremembered all too well what his uniform ended up being, last time. "Nopanties. Remember?" I didn't say a word about panties," Jen replied smiling impishly as sheran one finger the length of his penis. "I did mention punishmentthough." Huh? What do you. "He looked at me hard and put his fingers between my privates and felt my clit, which had stayed quite a bit more swollen then usual. "You're lying," he said with finality. Of course I am but I don't want to be punished. My heart starts to race and the tingle returns. "What?" I asked. "You're lying. You rarely call me Sir. You would've just said yes or no if you were telling the truth. Plus your privates are swollen like you broke the rules, so I know you're lying,"My heart sunk. It didn't. Men, screaming in terror, and with bleeding heads and lopped off limbs, came streaming past, nearly sweeping us away into their uncontrolled retreat. I shouted to my men "Form square!", and those hours of practise paid off, for we managed to present a line of bladed muskets to the first group of those fearsome horsemen who approached us. They had easier prey in their sight than us, and we emptied a few saddles as they galloped past. Parslow's company had been alongside mine when we had stepped.