She didn’t seem too interested in an answer, as she was already on her way upstairs.I made my way back to the sofa, resuming my horizontal position ...nd closing my eyes.A few minutes later I heard the sound of Pamela coming back down the stairs. I kept my eyes closed until I heard her stop at the entrance to the living room and call my name.“Paul?”Her voice was small and hesitant, completely opposite of the rather happy tone she had when she had bounced into the house. I peeked one of my eyes. He squeezed it gently. ‘Al…No!’ Ronni moaned as staggeringly delightful feelings washed over her, feelings she knew she shouldn’t be getting from her brother. ‘This is…is wrong. I’m your sister!’ ‘You’re a lovely, sexy, desirable woman,’ Al murmured. He slid his hand inside the silken nightgown, teased her turgid nipple and Ronni thought she’d faint. It had been so long since anyone had really played with her breasts! ‘I…I think I want you, Sis,’ Al said softly. ‘Al…’ Ronni gasped. She fought. Pulling her head hard against me, feeling her trying to push away from me,fighting for breath. I pulled out,bent down & kissed her,my hand pulling her head back by her hair. "Do you like that,choking on a cock" I asked her angrily, before spitting in her face.I stand up again, slap her face a couple of times with my cock, then ram it down her throat again. This time lifting her head so as to see her eye's tearing up,fluids being coughed up & falling from her nose."You don't look quite as. To my knowledge, the pilot had been given no food or water since his arrival and we had no idea whether he was in any fit state to undergo interrogation."We have to get in before the suits from the ministry get here," was the Colonel's argument.He had also had the pilot moved to the cells, where food and drink was provided and later, I got to sit in on a couple of the questioning sessions.The pilot had a sufficiently good command of English to make it possible to converse — although that.