I was going to have to talk my way out of this. He ran his fingertips between my ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly and squeezing them together a...ain as soon as I quit struggling."Dad, please stop, let me go. I don't want to do this. Stop now!" He was breathing hard and still latched onto my breast. He slid a hand farther between my legs, one of his fingers sliding over my slit. He put his finger tip between my pussy lips and rubbed between them, making them slippery. The finger slipped. " Lady, I will tell you everything you want to know. I would like to get back to my wife and kids. Before you showed up and Senior Tom made us attack, we were going to sneak out. If I am able, we will still leave. The craziness has been too much. You got Senior Tom but there are two of them left back at the camp. I will have to take them on. So, if you're going to disable me, kill me knowing that my wife and daughters will be killed then, too. If I don't get them out, they will be sacrificed. “Relax.” I said in a normal voice - the volume sounding far too loud in the hushed quiet of her bedroom. “I’ve already seen them and they know I’m up here.”“You’ve already ... what?” Emily muttered, giving up trying to escape my arms and instead rolling within them onto her side facing away from me so she could reach over to her phone. She looked at the screen to see the time. “They might come up and see what we’re doing - you have to stop!”The girl had relaxed somewhat when I had told her to -. Once off the elevator, Taylor followed Andre through a twisting series of halls until they reached an unlabeled door, which his friend promptly opened. Taylor couldn’t hold back the small smile that creased his lips. The Soviet Union may have gone, but the weird paranoia that kept doors anonymous remained.Inside, three men stood in a straightforward meeting room, with a single long table surrounded by chairs. There were no screens, no white boards, and no windows. One wore the same military.