Snow, the officers on base have been scrambling to put together a welcome since the State Department requested that your flight be diverted here with ...such short notice. I have been ordered to take you ladies and your guest to the VIP cafeteria until the embassy sends someone to pick you up." Thank you for the welcome lieutenant," I replied as we slid into the seats of the all - terrain vehicle.In the VIP lounge Vicky and I were trying to drink what the Air Force passed off as coffee, it was. All the tension and fear came pouring out. She dug her fingers deep into her pussy looking for that elusive g-spot. She writhed, no longer interested in not being discovered. She had to cum. Her body screamed for relief. None came. She almost shouted in frustration.The sounds had died down from the blond’s bunk. Amy gave up trying to achieve her own satisfaction. Her nerves were on edge. She couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok?. The KR Puram Bridge stretched empty before me, under the Neon lights. I was in no hurry to get back to the emptiness of my bachelor den. My good old Royal Enfield thumped lazily beneath me at 50 km/h. I removed my helmet and let the cool and dry Bangalore breeze flow through my hair. It was a good feeling and everything seemed perfect as I was driving along.I noticed a red Hundai Santro parked to the side on the middle of the bridge. I could also see the shape of a person near the railing. I. I wondered what his looked like, likely dark, he was a dark man, and probably a pink head giving way to a tanned tainted flesh upon the girth, no telling of his size.“OOOOO” intensely intent indicated coming on full strongI began to rotor within her, grasping the pussy walls with my pink fingertip.A hand on her breast, squeezing and another moving to her clit parting her forest hair.I rubbed like a winding clock.She exploded. Chest heaving, pussy sopping and panting.“Ooh, oh yeah.” Again and.