He looped the rope through one of the cuffs and tied it to the table leg, stretching her arm out. He repeated this for the other arm.When she was secu...red by her arms, he walked back to the other side of the table where her ass was waiting for him. He reached in the bag and took out another set of cuffs.This time he squatted down to her ankles and attached them to each on. Taking his time. Running his hand up each leg just to the inside of her thigh. He loved doing this. She jumped each time. He. She had her fingers tangled in Maria’s hair, mashing her lips into Maria’s even harder. Maria sucked on her tongue and tickled it with her own. Kissing Maria was so different from kissing her husband. Andrea liked kissing Seth, but Maria seemed to understand that there was a teasing art to kissing. Her tongue kept flicking at Andrea’s, teasing it even as Andrea pulled her tongue back. Maria swept her tongue over Andrea’s lips playfully, and then nipped at her bottom lip. A moan escaped Andrea’s. The ramps swung down and he and his men emerged into a living hell of noise, confusion, and death. Explosions hammered into them as proximity fused one hundred and fifty millimeter shells and eighty-millimeter mortars came raining out of the sky. Men were blown to pieces, arms, legs, heads flying off, bodies ripped in half and tossed about. Bullets were streaking in from everywhere, machine gun fire, single shots, three round bursts, cutting others down like ducks in a shooting range. Blood. I knew that Naomi had a nice arrowhead-shaped nest down below, but I had never seen that tat before, but believe you me I was going to be looking for it when we got home. We were about twenty-five miles from England, AR, over by the Clinton National Airport where we had stopped in to wet our whistle after I was coming back from Ft. Hood in Texas. Our small town didn't have an airport big enough to land the big jet we came home in.I looked over at them again, and I recognized Rodney Devon as.