"Yes? It's okay to speak freely. Ask anything you want." Yes, sincere gratitude. Sire? Can I walk to Cairo? Is it possible?"I sighed. "Cairo is about ...ninety kilometers north from here. My wife and I are on a survival test too. We're heading south to Jericho." I thought for a moment. It hadn't occurred to me yet what an awful position this woman was in. There's a firm policy about no rescues for survival tests, and there was no legal reason why Michal would be accepted if she returned with us to. There was just something about him: He was funny, cheeky, confident, and really good looking. I couldn't help but let my mind wander throughout our shift, thinking about us meeting up outside work and doing things that I, as a married woman shouldn't do with anyone else other than my husband.Fitz and I are both from Northern Ireland and the only two in the station. This helped us bond and we became very friendly and talked regularly. At first, our conversations were platonic, just getting to. Finally with a curled lip and my tongue sticking out like a whore, I brought the terrible thing between my legs, placed the head at my neglected opening and pushed. The rounded head of the dildo entered my pussy and when the large rim of it passed the stretched opening of my cunt, my eyes and mouth shot wide open into a silent expression of shock. With eyes and mouth fixed open in a catatonic state, I started pushing the thing inside with both hands as my whole body quaked from the sensation. I. I was in love. She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, Playboy included. Right then and there I’d have rather looked at her like that than any movie star, or cheerleader or anybody.I had to swallow before I could say anything.“You’re beautiful,” I said.Go figure. I could have waxed poetic. I could have been articulate and suave. I could have said something clever that would make her love me like I loved her at that moment. And all I could come up with was something just a bare step.