I knew that was a false sense of security, but was unable to make my knowledge verbal, because it would be construed as a spirit of disloyalty at a ti...e when “orders are orders” and to refuse was tantamount to betrayal.As time went on during that spring and summer, the so-called Indian Uprising was dealt with harshly and the captured Indians were sent to dismal reservations that were more prisons, than places to live and be pacified.The field troopers came into the fort with a long line of. Life is good!Sis, while holding her cunt wide open for Bentley, looked over at me and cooed, “I know Greta’s sweet on you, but so am I.” And she leaned into me, banging shoulders.I noticed then that Bentley had his face in Abby’s cunt, slurping away like there was no tomorrow. She was moaning and groaning and I began to moan along with her. Talk about weird! Here we were, sister and brother, perched on a sofa next to each other getting eaten out. What a great club!The other girls were now. She was aware of other inmates, though she could not see them. They were locked in their cells. Most were silent. One sang a bawdy song. Anne did not even understand some of the words. There was an undercurrent of moaning, and an occasional scream or shriek. Anne realized that, for practical purposes, she was no longer Thomas Marlow's wife. Few would know that he had even been married; fewer would remember Anne, and perhaps no one would know that she was still alive. Thomas might even remarry.. After getting the hose from the bar keeper Josh made his way into the men’s room. With all the cum in her eyes Sally didn’t notice Josh until he inserted the hose inside her mouth. Inside her head she was screaming yes as she started sucking even before Josh inserted the other end in her pussy. Again the men in the Bar roared as they watched this whore drinking up all their spilled cum. It was 5:50 when they entered their home and Josh went straight to bed and laid down while Sally busied.