“Nick, bring enough equipment to do remote broadcasts” I added.“Where are we going?” Melinda asked.“I cannot tell you and you cannot tell an...one - not even your bosses – that you are leaving or for how long. To do so may mean the difference of walking down the plane steps or getting carried out of the cargo bay in a body bag when the plane comes back home. You will be able to do a live broadcast tomorrow. They will know where you are then,” I replied.I felt sure Andy had all the possibilities. "He has an apartment on Dragan Tsankov. Go and see him there."After school that day, I knocked on his door. Dimitar opened the door a crack peeking out making sure it wasn't the police. "Come in quick," he ordered.I slipped quietly into his grungy one-room apartment. It smelled of sweat and mold. He looked like he hadn't slept or washed in a month. "What's your name?" he growled."Sofija." Oh yes, you're Stanislav's girl." Yes, I'm his daughter." How old are you?" Seventeen today. Today is my. My hands ran over her body and I was hardening in anticipation of something more.Her hand moved down and gripped me. "From behind this time," she said in silky tones.I got up and moved behind her. She watched me over her shoulder as I got into position. She guided me into her and as I began moving, enjoying the feel of our connection, I looked down.There was a gray circular mark on her back. It looked a lot like Fiona's but lacked some details.Other memories chained off that one. Repeatedly I. "He slid down my body and lashed my nipple with his tongue. Hard, hot and fast. He twirled my other nipple with his fingers, hard and fast while he lashed me."Oooohhhh Master, suck them. Please suck them..."His tongue probed my belly button and then he laid a hot, wet trail down to my clit. Master Mike shoved my legs high and wide. I hooked my knees behind my elbows and he opened my pussy wide open with his thumbs. His tongue stabbed deeply into me and circled around inside.