The hussar he saved, Jed Gilmore, was a particular friend of mine."We stayed for a few more minutes on the ridge, each occupied by our memories of tha... day and the comrades in arms we had lost.We entered Brussels through the South Gate about three hours later. The Woolpack, a large hostelry and livery stable, was situated less than a hundred yards away from the gate on the Rue Haute, the High Street as it would be known in an English town. Rob unharnessed the horses and attended to their. For good? Leslie thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep. *** ‘So what is this?’ Leslie asked as Lee lead her outside. He signed her out without any problems. Something that surprised her. ‘This is a car. Hop in.’ Leslie sighed but complied with his request, snapping herself into her seat as he climbed in. Almost immediately he took off. Lee said little as they drove, instead he hummed lightly to the local alternative station. The car ride seemed to go on for a good while, so much so. I’m wondering if I can pick your brain about technology. I think there’s a lot of money to be made in the markets by betting on the correct horses.”“Plastics,” I chuckled.“If you think I look like ‘Mrs. Robinson’, I’ll have Nicholas take away the rest of that brandy!”“I’m happy to give you as much insight as I’m able to.”We spent the next forty-five minutes discussing current and potential future technologies, and then we said ‘good night’ and I headed back to the hotel. When I walked in, I saw. Millie wanted to cover her face and hide. It was bad enough they were forcing her to do depraved sex acts, now they were discussing the smell of her vagina. Because of her humiliation, Millie had totally forgotten about the string of beads buried in her ass until, of course, one was suddenly jerked free causing her entire body to spasm. The hand was removed from her crotch and Millie was passed to the next woman. Each woman in turn took liberties with Millie's cunt before pulling a bead from.