"Yes. Do it again." What?" Gruthsorik asked, puzzled by the request."Every time you've fucked me I've been completely willing. I've never experienced ...it as the victim that doesn't like what's being done to her. And we know from experience I can't just pretend." She turned to look into his eyes. "So do it. Hurt me," she said in a pleading whisper like a classic masochist painslut girl begging for what she craved. A moment passed as Gruthsorik considered it, then the tentacle slammed into her. Ann narrowed her eyes. The original Ann wouldn't have cared about anyoneelse. She might well have stepped into that gap to jump the queue andthen snapped at the man for challenging her. If she wanted to take onthat same disregard for others then this was her opportunity.She closed her eyes for a moment and said to herself, I'm Lady Ann. I'mLady Ann. Other people don't matter to me as long as I'm happy, then shemarched toward the gap in the queue, smiling grimly as the father sawwhat he daughter. Grabbing him by the hair she forced the gargantuan phallus between his lips and into his mouth. He squirmed and writhed as the psuedo-cock filled his mouth and caused him to gag. After an eternity of this she released him and let him drop to the floor gasping for breath once again. She contemplated the prostrate form at her feet for a moment then reached down and grabbed his collar, dragging him to his knees and along the corridor like a recalcitrant dog. At the threshold of the bedroom she. ”“Burt and I have translated more intel from Kampala. The group is the KRAA: Kampala Revolutionary Army of Allah.”“The attack is going to be in four weeks on a national holiday during the celebration. From the chatter they are going to use the streets full of people as cover, moving their terrorists into place and to slow down any police and government response. It is still a work in progress in the planning and by our translation,” Robert replied.“Follow the trail closely and keep me informed..