“My name,” she said suddenly. “Is baroness Rosa de XXX.” (I actually don’t remember her last name, and even if I did, wouldn’t post it her...e, though I’m sure i was fake to begin with.) I raised my eyebrows, looking at her as this seemed a weird way to address strangers. “Nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m Anna.” She spoke english with a heavy accent, either eastern european or from some romanic country, I couldn’t be sure. She nodded and tried to look regal, but obviously putting up a front. “I’m. I gently caressed her boobs, moving my fingers around her nipples. I then pressed her boobs gently, twisting pinching her hard nipples. You could see the bulge of her nipples when the screen turned bright.I put my other hand on work by caressing her inner thighs. She began taking deep breaths as I massaged her pussy over her jeans. I moved my hands inside her top and twisted and rubbed her nipples. I could feel her breath on my shoulder. She was kissing it, wanting for more.I unzipped her jeans. One of the team produced a razor sharp box cutter and made a deep cut in the wall at head height. The construction was modern and the skin of the wall was made from sheetrock, perhaps a quarter of an inch thick, tacked on to wood strapping. The box cutter sliced through the sheetrock easily and the sergeant soon had the panel completely cut out to expose the wooden frame and the brickwork it was attached to.Silence was essential. Even the slightest noise might be picked up by the terrorists on. She shook her head yes while smiling at me so I askedher why me and she told me it was because I was astrong lady who would take good care of her. My poorlittle head was swimming; I’m thinking that this can’tbe for real, so I asked her what she was going to dofor me. She got right down on her knees in front of me,grabbed my ass and started licking my pussy, which ofcourse made my pussy bring forth a gusher and now shewas really going to town on my cunt. My legs got so shaky I was.