His hands worked to get the gag loose, pulling her hair as he did, making her wince in pain, "Now Constance, a little pain never hurt anyone," and she...saw that he had enjoyed making her suffer. "Mind if I call you Connie? Or perhaps even Cunny, you slut!" and he slapped her face as her head jerked from the force.Connie could feel the tears run down her cheeks as he seemed to be enjoying it, "Oh yes, you are a little cunt, aren't you?" and she watched as his hand disappeared below her tits and. ‘Ah!’ she groaned, her body quaking. Mark removed his hands from Betsey’s breasts, took hold of the bra clasp, flicked it open, then his hands again slid around to the front of her, onto her bare flesh. He cupped her naked breasts and felt her rock-hard nipples pressing against his palms. ‘Mmmmm!’ Betsey moaned. She knew she should stop Mr. Lewis, but she couldn’t! Mark thrust one of his hands downward, insinuated it under the waist of her pantyhose and panties, then pushed down farther, until. I told her not to worry and I will help her to get her car back.After having coffee I took my friends jeep and drove to the spot where her car was parked. It was raining very heavily and I tried getting her car startup but it didn’t so I asked her to drive my friends car and I will tow the cat behind.We somehow reached home. We both where fully wet. I had worn a cotton tracks and that too without anything inside since I was at home. Due to the cold my tool started to rise. I could see even. We have pinpointed the location of his headquarters. He then asked for further guidance".He was told to immediately initiate overflights to obtain high resolution images including infrared of the headquarters compound during the day and at night with precise GPS coordinates and grids of the facilities. The flights should be routed to be unobtrusive as if on our normal routes to Panama. I suggested that the surveillance flight include a full strike force contingent with cash on hand to turn the.