The first toll

With tears running down her face, Heather fumbles with the buttons on her blouse. One, then another, then a third come undone. Two more buttons are loosed and the young woman's blouse is undone exposing her white lace bra. Her large, ripe breasts strain the flimsy material.

Heidi obviously understands enough English to see what is expected. She too begins undoing buttons. Her starched, white uniform opens revealing a white sport's bra and white cotton panties.

"Please, these women have done nothing to harm you. We are here to help your people!" Ignoring the weapon pointed at his head, the Reverend Duncan MacPhail pleads with the rebel soldiers from his place in the car.

"Silence, old man!" The soldier guarding the reverend hits him across the face with his rifle.

Heather makes a move to go toward her father.

"Pay the toll, girl," the leader grabs her arm, "or your father dies now!"

Standing in place, her eyes fixed on her bleeding father, Heather slips the blouse from her shoulders; it falls to the dusty ground. Reaching behind her back, Heather undoes the clasp holding her bra. Freed from their confinement, her ample breasts spill out.

"Awww, very nice!" The rebel leader gives Heather's breasts a hard squeeze. "Continue disrobing!!"

Heather unclasps the snaps on the side of her skirt; the garment falls to the ground exposing her white, lace thong.

The two soldiers on either side of Heidi are tugging at her bra and panties. Heeding their demands, the blonde nurse lifts her bra over her head and then slowly peels her panties down her athletic legs. Heather catches a glimpse of the nurse's pussy and notes that the woman is a natural blonde.

Heather hooks her fingers into the sides of her lace thong and slides the light panties down over her hips; they drop to her ankles.

"Very good!" The soldier leader is smiling widely. "You have paid your father's toll. Now you must pay your own tolls!"