“They are beautiful. Did you dress for me tonight?”. He asked.“Did you show your cock for me this morning”. I replied, and for the first time ...aw Jake blush. "Do you like holding my breasts? Would you like to suck on them again?. I don't have any milk but I'm sure you would make me happy".“I have heard you moan at night and figured you were masturbating, I wanted to help, I tried to come up with a way to help...., give you some cock. This morning.., well, everything fell into place. I didn't. Regie drew near me and put a hand on my shoulder.He touched me so many times but this time i felt like an thunfer bolt travelling within me.He asked me if i am ready,and i nodded to say yes.In a second his hand reached beyond my waist to my penis.We moved to the sofa. He grabbed and caressed my penis.Now i felt like something amusing is really going to happen.I myself now pulled off my pyjamas and also my shirt.He kissed my entire nude body and then moved upwards to my lips.We kissed each other. They could sweep right over any farm or ranch they came to without breathing hard. It sounded like the U. S. Army would have to deal with them. But I couldn't get them out of my mind. If there were some way to break them up into small groups, it would be possible to take them out, one bunch at a time. I couldn't help it; I just had to stick my nose in.At last report, they were about ten miles south of here, heading east. Maybe if I came up behind them, I could pick them off, one at a time.. “Yes Major, she will.”The less senior officer nodded in response, his mind recalling how he had summonsed one of the young camp followers into his tent only the night before. His groin stiffened a little and the Major was forced to shift his position so that his considerable bulk could rest more easily inside his uniform.“Then take me to her General, if you please, and let us begin this examination.”Chapter 25 – The Slave Pens at White Orchard, Around 6:50am, May 12th 1864It was time. There.