I need to get eyes on the Saudi Prince and, when he leaves the country, I want him grabbed if at all possible, killed if not and a message passed. Las...t, but not least, I need men who are not afraid of a fight to be my hands out here, to take intelligence that we develop elsewhere and use it.“First, last and always, the focus is on freeing the slaves, returning them to their homes and family. Second, is punishing the slavers and getting the message out that it won’t be tolerated.”Of course, it. I pulled my hand from between her legs and leaned closer, thinking I had somehow hurt her."You ok?" I asked nervously.Gayle's lips formed another small circle, as she tried to catch her breath and smile at the same time. Her head slowly jittered up and down, while her body continued to spasm and tremble. Then she took my hand in hers and pulled it to her face. Her hands were visibly shaking, but she was still trying to smile. She gingerly kissed my hand, the one that had been inside her body,. He stood up beside her chair, his cock now straight out and so near her lips. He too his hand behind her hair and pushed her face to it. She looked up at him, smiled once and then took his purple head into her mouth.He couldn't wait much longer, but took his other hand and forced her head down onto his hard pulsating cock and began pushing into her mouth, out and then in, out and then in. Her legs were open and he placed his knee between them, and pushed up to her cunt with the whisps of black. I felt the pain take my breathaway, my hands clenched as it passed the threshold for hurt and became pain my body couldn'thelp but submit to. I melted under him, no longer his little girl but rather a bitch to be mountedand used by him.He pinched, slapped, scratched, and bit me leaving no piece of his toy unplayed with. Hetwisted my nipples and bit at any piece of flesh he could reach, my body becoming a roadmapof his fingertips. It went on for hours. He seemed content to hurt me and listen to.