I'm sure you've watched enough television to be familiar with that old cliché – if your kidnappers let you see their faces, they're never going to ...let you live?"I leaned down over her face."Get a good long look at me, cunt. Memorize my fucking face – every pore, every hair. It may be today, it may be tomorrow, it may be one year from now or twenty, but you're going to die by my hand. You're never getting out of this alive and nothing you can do, nothing you can say, will change that."I'd. “I already publicly said that no records were made or kept. I forgot long ago who they were or what they looked like. So you are SOL, don’t bother asking anymore,” I said.“Is the intel source still active?” the President asked.“Yes, I believe so, we just need to verify and double check the data for a while,” I replied.I cherry picked pages from my folder and handed them to the President; the ones with the orders from the General.“Pass them around, read only, no copies,” I said.“This is the one. I spun away and shook my finger at him, but I could not help butsmile at him. I saw Beth watching us, and felt myself blushing. When Ileft for home, Beth asked if she could stop by the next day, and I saidokay. As I lay in bed that night I wondered what had happened to me. Iwas sure I wasn't Gay, but for the first time I noticed that Bret ishandsome in a rugged sort of way, and when he kissed me I tingled allover! What was that all about? I let my hand slide down to my waist, thenlower,. But before she could get comfortable I lifted her up and removed my cutoffs. She wiggled her little butt onto my dick again and I was hard in seconds. It didn’t take long until I felt the wetness between her legs running down and onto my hard on. I picked Carrie up and we carried her to the couch. I set her on the couch and placed her so her butt was at the edge of the couch. I lowered my face between her legs and slowly put the tip of my tongue on her puffy lips. Her lips parted and I licked.