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A little over a year later, the Union lines were only a few miles from Richmond, and she was guided into the city by an escaped slave.

Two days later, she was in General Shelton's office. "Mrs. Clayton, you are if nothing else, resourceful."

"General, I'm much more than that or have your forgotten?"

"No, no, my dear, I haven't forgotten," he smiled. "Do you have any useful information for me?"

She did and passed it on to him. "Mrs. Clayton, using your information, a victory would certainly boost morale in the city and throughout the Confederacy, however, we may not have the resources to execute such a plan, but I'll passed it on to General Lee."

"General, I may not be able to boost the morale of the entire Confederacy, but I'd like to try to boost the morale of my favorite General."

"I'll send my carriage of you tonight."

There wasn't much pretense. "General Shelton, it has been so long. I hope you haven't forgotten the joy you bring to my womanhood."

"I haven't, Mrs. Clayton, but I also haven't forgotten the joy your mouth brings to my . . ."

"Stallion. General, I haven't forgotten your magnificent stallion."

Moments later, Mrs. Clayton was kneeling between his legs. Her mouth, lips and tongue busy. Up and down his long shaft her lips went; savoring every inch. "General, I don't remember you being so big and so hard. Your stallion gives my mouth such pleasure."

"Mrs. Clayton, your talent is extraordinary, but may I suggest . . ."

"Oh General, you'd like to mount me. Yes, please. Mount me like a stallion and thrust away." She got on her hands and knees with General Shelton behind her.

"Like that, General. Thrust as hard as you like. I hope you remember how I like it."

He started. "Oooooooh, oooooh, oh General. Like that. Just like that. I want you to be my wild stallion."

He whispered in her ear, "do I remember something about a cavalry charge?" He slammed into her again and again, "Yes, General, CHAAAARGE, CHAAAAAARGE." Her ass moved faster and faster. The General thrusted faster and faster. "CHAAAARGE, CHAAAAAARGE, GENERAL."

Over the next two weeks, whenever General Shelton could get away, Mrs. Clayton was there for him; between his legs or on all fours.

The general was not shy about telling her that he wasn't disappointed when she had her bleeding time. "Neither am I general. Your magnificent stallion deserves my undivided attention."

By the time her bleeding time ended, her lips were raw. She didn't complain.

Shortly thereafter, "Mrs. Clayton, the end is near for our Cause. I can arrange transportation for you. I can get you home to Charleston if you like."

"I wouldn't know where else to go, but the newspapers are saying that the Yankees destroyed my fair city."

Two days later, Mrs. Clayton was on her way to Charleston.

TO BE CONTINUED

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