While George flirted with the girl, I told the woman of our charge. She smiled me a good smile, said, "Take what you want. I'll tell him I had no choi...e; big. strong men like you two, armed and all and no way for two weak women to prevent you taking whatever." She smiled. "Whatever you want."I nodded, gave her the quartermaster's requisition, and we began loading the wagon with two-hundred pound barrels of well-milled white flour. By sunset we were done and the lady of the house offered us a. “The machine can get it.”, Henry said pushing his shoulders into the deep pillowed corner and slouching his waist into the middle of the couch. He saw my indecision about what to do. “I can let you out the door at any time. I am here for another hour before making my rounds if you want to relax…,” his right hand went into the crotch of the jumpsuit and kneaded the bulge inside, “…and hang out with me.”. I think that was the last full sentence I heard him say for the next hour. My attention. .. I’m so sorry...”“I wish I could read signs, Mom. He didn’t ... to me...”She gave me one of those soft-eyed looks. “So what’re you gonna do now?”“You know the guy Jamie was seeing?”“You used to hang out over there a lot when Ken was offshore.”“Yeah, that guy. Nice. Smart. Funny. And Jamie dumped ‘im.”“You’ve BEEN with him...” somewhat accusing look. Mom and Dad were old-fashioned, dyed in the wool Baptists. Morality weighed heavily in their thoughts.“Mom, first, I’ve known Dil for over a. The large hand grasped her pussy and squeezed it tightly. She felt a finger push forcefully between her pussy lips, pushing her panties into her pussy. “AAGGGHH,” she cried, the finger moving up and down her pussy slit, her wetness soaking her panties.“The cunt’s getting off on this, her panties are soaked,” Justin yelled out to the others. His fingers grabbed her pussy again, squeezing even harder.Becky felt humiliated, she was being sexually abused and stripped and she was getting wet. She.