” An older man cleared his throat, and raised his weak body up so he could talk to Edward and Boy. “The girl?” he asked, “her name’s Daniela...Ilieva. And from what I seem to know from one of the guards, she’s an important lass…”Daniela Ilieva went to her quarters that night dreaming of the private. He was a stubborn man, one that had right reason to hate his captors, but she saw he wanted her. She had been working as a translator long enough to recognize some cues. And men, she noted, were never. Hind-sight is always 20/20. Plus, it seemed to project that I was indeed busy and that I could be selective about my clients. I still did it, despite my deep awareness to the contrary.However, at that moment, I was simply taken by the physically commanding presence of this man. He stood just over 6 feet tall with short black hair, cut in a close cropped military style called a flat top. His was just like the football commentator, Howie Long. My husband had made me watch each Sunday morning. Heading out of her bedroom I had a thought. Turning to look at her I smiled.“Would you like to go out to dinner some time?”On my way home I opened the envelope. It was another note from Rod it simply read, 'You owe me. Rod.' I just snickered under my breath, 'Great.' Then absentmindedly rubbed my throat.Two days later I received “the call.” It was Rod.“Jessica really enjoyed your services.” he opened, “She was very generous to me for the introduction.”I smiled to myself, listening to him go. Kate felt the same way: her pussy burned at the dry penetration, and by clamping her thighs together, she involuntarily tensed the muscles in her pussy, making bear hugger’s penetration and withdrawal that much more painful. Bear hugger pushed forward into Kate without remorse; he could still only go slowly due to Kate’s dryness and continued thigh and pussy clamping, but he enjoyed it thoroughly. “AARRGGHH! GUUHHH!,” Kate scream-grunted, gasped and shrieked and squealed as bear hugger’s.