“This is Trish”, James called out joyfully. Sophie didn’t like being called Trish but while he was armed with that photograph she thought better... of telling him so. James went to the bar and brought back a few bottles of beer for himself and a whole bottle of white wine for her. He sat next to her and before long his hand was on her thigh, slowly creeping higher, she felt a bit frightened but as before she kept quiet, she wanted him to erase that photo from his camera.As she drank more wine. The warleader slept naked atop his blankets, his body a dusky brown and so muscled his veins stood out against his skin. A shaved head gleamed in the lantern light. A black mustache, the ends long and drooping down to his chin, adorned a squat and chiseled face.The lamia shook her head in warning, an iron slave collar tight about her throat. She mouthed, “Run.”I winked at her.I crept closer to the sleeping warleader. A glint to my right drew my attention. In an open chest, sitting upon rumpled. ’ ‘But you wouldn’t have married an ugly bastard like that?’ Anna said good thinking. The agency had concluded that although this foreign-led outfit they were seeking to eliminate was modeled on military lines, it was superbly organized and its personnel highly trained. ‘Strategically it flounders at times and that’s why the agency is managing to chip away at it’s flanks.’ ‘Anyway, you have scored comfortable passes on fitness, reaction both in speed and accuracy and that is importance because. So what? What so what? I rounded her wrist with my hand and grabbed her she sounded aaahh, I closed her mouth so she can’t shout.I started kissing and licking mini’s throat and under the chin. She pushed me I licked and sucked each finger on one of mini’s hand thn I given caress stroke kiss and nibbke an exposed part of mini’s body. I’m standing behind her and wrap my arms around mini’s waist.Kissing mini’s ears, neck and shoulders and tickled the back of mini’s neck with the tip of my tongue.