"Open your mouth, bitch." She commanded.I opened up."Stick out that tongue."I stuck it out. With her other hand, Tamara began playing with my tongue w...ith her fingers, rolling her fingers on it."I'm going to spit in your mouth now. And you're going to swallow it. And you're going to thank me. Is that understood, bitch?" She said with a seriousness.I nodded my head, as she delivered on her promise with a nice fat wad of clean saliva right to my waiting tongue. This was a new one for me. It felt. It was an eye opener for some of them.The big issue in my discussion with the women that morning was the same old issue that cropped up every time I’d spoken to a group of Forest People, and it didn’t matter that I’d been through the topic a half dozen times before. That topic was the whole slavery issue, and regardless of how I explained the fact that my people didn’t practice slavery of any kind, it still took time for the women to get it in their heads that they weren’t my possessions, or. Wow, the problem is Ithink I like my bigger bustline.Things were moving way to fast for me as Sally gave me some water andtold me to sit down and enjoy the experience.Cathy sat with me as she put her arm around me telling me she has anothertreat for me!Sally brought out a matching long leg pink panty girdle with garters. Ialways wanted to wear a girdle and got so excited. I giggled saying,"Look here the same small pink flower between my bra cups is on the bandof the girdle. How sweet is that, I. Mostly I sat alone and continued my morning wake up. It was rare I had anyone sitting beside me. I figured it was because I was in uniform and that included wearing gun belt with holstered gun. When asked what I did for a living I would laugh and say I was a hired gun. I drove armored car at the time and handled large sums of cash and checks.It was the afternoon ride home I most liked and enjoyed. The driver was a fairly nice looking young woman and I judged her close to my age. She would never.