Above that she wore a leather breastplate, again very similar to that the Romans wore. This one however had been cut away to allow her generous bosom ...room to breathe. Her face was that of a woman about to enter her forties but that would have little to do with her true age on the island. It was a beautiful face though. I melted when I saw it. Looking back at when Richard rode to my rescue and all that followed that I only thought that I had fallen in love with him. I felt something in the pit. Mary was sleeping peacefully. I kissed Julie as she smiled up at me. My heart was still fibrillating! Drove back home with a thousand scattered thoughts in my mind, all questions about Julie and what her Father had taught her. She had said, 'when a MAN fucks me' that implied maybe other men besides her own father had fucked her already? What ideas fluttered through my mind. Including one specific idea of my own little pretty six year old and what her future training for womanhood might be like.. "Disappearing to appear almost immediately with what looked most as some strange chair on wheels. She put in the corner, and then went over to him to help him up. She was strong for her size he noticed, reminding him of the hands that had helped him up from the ditch."Sit still." She said as she got him into the chair. As he waited for her to start rolling him to the toilet she just stood there beside him, impatiently drumming her fingers."Didn't you need a toilet?" He nodded. "Well, there you. I put on a look of dismay and hesitated, keeping up the pretense. Then I walked over to Mark and he pushed his chair back so that I could stand between him and the desk. I leaned in, Mark could get a nice view of my tits inside my blouse, and I reached down to feel his cock. Mark moaned as I gave his 6 inch cock a nice squeeze. Then he reached up and ripped my blouse open. I gasped loudly, shit, I didnt have a shirt to go home in and all the buttons just went flying everywhere. Soon Mark was.