I didn't ask Miriam if she was ready for our discussion, I left it for her to tell me. It had occurred to me that Miriam could be suffering with PTSD,... the trauma of her parents' deaths giving her similar symptoms as the trick cyclist had described on the sniper course.I didn't know if there was any cure, or if there were drugs to alleviate the condition, or if the sufferer just had to work their own way through it, which I assumed Miriam was doing. Anyway I didn't pressurise her in any way.. Finally, he broke off his mouth."Abigail, I want to touch yourself here," he demanded, pointing to her pussy."Why?" she asked. But she knew why."Since you won't let me, you gotta do it instead. It's only fair."It was a twisted logic, but she couldn't resist. The thought of him watching her touch herself was exciting. She always had a voyeuristic streak in her. Sometimes during work, she would purposely wear a loose fitting t-shirt, letting customers glimpse her bare breasts. It always left them. Lady Mimosa wore a leopard skin fastened about her shoulders, a necklace of pebbles cascaded over her full bosom, and leather bracelets adorned her arms and legs. Her crotch and nipples were uncovered, whilst the stubble of hair on her head was hidden beneath an overbearing headpiece of bird-feathers. The hair on her head and crotch was short and stubbly. No one, not even the surviving Knights, were shaving any more. This was a custom that had died along with the Knights' gods and their sacred. I tugged at his belt and with his help got it undone after which I attacked his zipper. Finally with more help from him, I had his pants unzipped. My hands slid inside and extracted his swollen tool from its hiding place. His cock throbbed and jerked in my hand as I slowly slid the foreskin up and down pausing frequently to cup his balls and rake them with my fingernails.His cock was beautiful and my body responded with erotic sensations as I toyed and played with him.I couldn’t wait until Max.