He questions Cavaradossi, the tenor, briefly about information that he, Scarpia, wants, and when Cavaradossi won't answer immediately puts him to horr...ific torture. Sure, that was just grand opera, but it was verismo opera—meant to parallel the truth—and the scenario was pretty readily accepted as realistic. And with about half the country already supporting torture as an acceptable means of extracting information from suspected—only suspected!—terrorists, I wouldn't submit a goldfish to that. As she moved one of her gorgeous breasts popped out and showed her nipple. I sucked in a breath and just went “Hmmmm nice,” she looked at me with a smile on her face and asked me if I like what I saw and I told her yes I would love to lick and suck and nibble on her nipple. That earned me a smile and another “Ohhh la al” from her.After this our conversation turned very nasty and very quickly. “I would love to suck your cock and eat your cum” I told her as we were talking. Somehow the. I watched her dry her body and then hair she asked what i was looking at and i just told her she still has an amazing body for a lady of her age she just called me a cheeky git and continued drying her hair. She went to her underwear draw and this was the moment i dreaded was she going to pull out a pair of panties but no just a pink bra, great she was going pantiless. A nice pair of trousers medium high heels and blouse she looked very nice indeed.I wont bore you with the night out just to say. The Regiment was based in barracks on the eastern edge of Salisbury Plain and that summer we were invited by Tim to the annual Sergeants Mess Summer Ball. These were usually massively lavish affairs as is only befitting a cavalry regiment (tanks these days not horses in case you were wondering). We'd booked into a travel lodge type hotel near Amesbury and arrived there at about 3 p.m. Mess Dress and ball gowns were the order of the day and Jackie's dress for the evening was a stunning black.