Amy realized what had happened as soon as the young stud began to make his way over toward her, but with all of the sexual frustration that had built ...p inside her after the events in the store, she no longer had the strength to resist her bimbo urges. Her body molded into his as his inexperienced hands explored her heavy breasts, and she welcomed the throb of his erect masculinity against her needy pussy as he unconsciously ground his crotch against her. She grabbed his hand and pulled him. She trusted him and recalled that his instincts eventually led him to her. But she drew the line when he informed her they would need to cross the river again, insisting they find a place where it was shallower or otherwise easier to pass. She would not repeat their first crossing, they had to find another way. With his companion’s parameters in mind, the Tracker kept a watchful eye for places which might prove promising. Unfortunately, Sala was not enthusiastic about any of the options he had. His picture came up along with information about Zakari. This file labeled Griffen as the traitor, this was the file Young was trying to upload to the CIA when he was killed. After about an hour of decrypting the file, he was able to replace his photo with a photo of Michael Simpson. People within the agency had fingered him as the next director after Welch was killed. He finalized the drive, and put it back into the pack of cigarettes. He would hand it off later, but he was tired and decided. Luckily I hear her footsteps again , I don't understand why but every minute I long for her return, I hate that my body is betraying me but now she brings a drink. I look at the glass careful not to look at her, I don’t care about trying to get free or defying her rules at the moment, I need the drink more. As the straw reaches my mouth I gulp it quick worried she might decide to take it away again to punish me.As I finish the last bit, my body already starting to feel better I close my eyes.