She was a stern looking woman but seemed surprised when she saw me. I hesitated, "ma'am?"She shook her head, "how old are you?"I reddened, "sixteen."S...he sighed and turned, "Megan?"Another woman came out and looked at me before she grinned, "can I give him to a couple of my girls?"The platoon sergeant snorted, "just do not break him."I followed sergeant Megan down the row while pulling the floating sled. Women and girls looked at me, some only half dressed. She stopped at the last tent,. As I stood in the hallway listening to my boss telling me about another interminable meeting, I wondered what she would think if she knew that, not five minutes ago, I was on the back fire escape, being fucked by the forklift driver from the warehouse, and that his cum was right now dripping out of my pussy and running down my inner thigh. Would she grab me by the shoulders and push me into her office, would she run her hands down over my blouse, over my breasts, past my waist? Would she sink. " Please, call me Catherine. Shall we adjourn to dinner?"Catherine led the way and we dined on fine food and wine. We conversedon everything from the War to my family to "Henry". Catherine gave me aquizzical look when we talked of Henry. It made me nervous, but shenever let on like she knew. She then gave me a quick tour of herapartment, which was much nicer than mine. We then retired to herparlor."So, Isabella, Henry has never mentioned you before. I can notunderstand why not? You are. He relaized that now, more than ever, he would have to avoidthem. If they were to find him, a lone white boy, they might lookat him as if he were dinner as well.Jimmy caressed the small sleeping boy, wondering if he weremeant as a meal, as well as a sexual play toy for the older youths.If he were, Jimmy was happy that he had "kidnapped" the boy tosave him from that fate.Feeling a little horny, Jimmy lowered his head to the boy's chestand began sucking on the child's tiny breasts. After a few.