He took them a mug of coffee each mid-morning, ascertained that they had both been in the Army and asked of them whether they had both been in the Roy...al Engineers."No," replied Ron, the one who worked aloft, with a grin. "I was but this thick ape was a bloody infantryman." Cheeky bugger," responded Sid equably.Nothing untoward happened that week.Sharon arrived on Wednesday as usual but she was not her ebullient self. She hugged Richard and kissed him on arrival but had nothing to say for a. " hmm. Do you get that kind of request a lot?" Well, I'd like to be able to say yes." He was leaning on my car now. "But I got a Boy Scout badge for honesty, and my Congressional Medal of Honor would be revoked unless I told the truth. So: No, I don't find a lot of call to be undressing on a date."I smiled at him. Congressional Medal of Honor, huh? "If I was to finish washing my hair by ... say Saturday at 8 pm ... would you promise to leave your handcuffs at home? And you'd have to meet my. Then they got the camera and took post fucking close ups of my pussy and cunt. Then just when I thought they were done there was a knock at the door. One of the hotel guys to ask if they could keep the noise down. They explained that they had been gang banging me and invited him in to see me covered in cum still bent over the table. I knew my well used cunt and anus were on full view to him but was beyond caring. ‘go ahead and fuck her if you want, she’s well used but just use which ever hole. ” I responded with silence, taking strange delight in her touch, despite my better instincts. I was, after all, her captive. Still, her touch, slight as it was, ignited a spark within my very core. I could not help but wonder if it was due to the pharmaceutical she had given me earlier or if it was something deeper, a desire and need that the berries had opened up within me initially and been fanned by my time spent with Issha…Those thoughts fled as her touch continued slowly down my spine.