From my conversation with Wayne the previous night, while he was fucking me in the ass at the club, I sort of knew what kind of meeting this might be,...so I dressed in a form-fitting, low-cut dress, with a top-to-bottom zipper in front. I wore G-string thong panties underneath, and decided not to wear a bra, which would show off my large, natural boobs a little better.When I arrived for the meeting, Dana was stepping out of an office, while pushing one of her breasts back into the top of her. She said my parents had been flying across the country every Christmas eve, ever since I left home, picking the lock of my tiny little New York apartment, sneaking in, eating the cookies and drinking the milk and leaving presents in my stocking and under my tree addressed, ‘To: Virginia. From: Santa.’ Can you imagine my sister telling such a heinous lie? But sadly, I believed her for one hot minute. That sounded exactly like the kind of thing my parents would do. They were crazy for Christmas.. Just before it reached my you-know-what it pulled away for a moment. Soon it returned and the now soapy digit slid into my bottom till it was buried up to the knuckles and I let out a gasp of pleasure. A tingle shot though my body. The finger probed around inside me and slid in and out as he asked,” Like it?” “Yeah!” I managed to say breathlessly, lost in the new sensations. Just as I was getting used to having it in me he pulled it out and I suddenly felt very empty. I thought I heard Ryan. Of course, I was fortified by the knowledge that losing some of the battles didn’t mean that Washington would not be the winner of the war for independence.We scooped up some volunteer patriots along the way and by the time we reached the area just north of the city we had almost a hundred men and our Captain was given a letter of commission from Washington himself to have us patrol the eastern shore from the area of Dobb’s Ferry to Tarrytown for British incursions or patrols that were probing.