Suddenly, like a slack rope pulled taut, Anna froze, still grasping my hand, snapping me back from our perfect escape. In the light of a dusky waxing ...moon, she looked at me, her hair wild and tears streaming down her face. ‘Anna,’ I hissed through gasps of air, ‘Anna, come on! We can’t afford to waste time!’ Truth was, we were only half a mile at the most from camp, and we still danced in a dangerous risk of my fellow soldiers discovering our disappearing. ‘No… Please… Help me!’ she begged.. I would never be able to be put into that position, but Mrs. White was much more flexible than me.When Mrs. White was all tied up, Mr. White stepped back to look at her, and I took a good look as well. Mrs. White's blonde hair was spread out around her head. Her blue eyes were glazed over, and I could see that she had gotten some cum on her face, and it glistened around her sweat. Her days nude in the hot tub had lessened the contrast between her tanned body and her white breasts, but her tits. I cried for the pain I had made their mothers inflict on them. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one another, loving one another. A fucking Kodak moment, if there ever was one.Finally, our tears and sobs lessened and stopped. Kleenex appeared and, to a chorus of. Jake ignored his daughter standing there. Instead, he looked Charlie in the eyes and said, "I don't have any cash money, Charlie, but I'm puttin' my girl here up to cover my bet!" Pa!" Lana exclaimed, a look of total disbelief covering her face.She started to turn from the table, to run back to the sanctuary of her bedroom, but Jake's hand shot out and ended her retreat before it got started. His hand closed around her slender wrist, acting like a manacle.Jake still hadn't looked at her. His.