“Good girl. Keep going…make yourself CUM on that nasty fuck-stick. Let me see you flood it with your juices. You’re a real whore, aren’t you, ...ust like all the other American cunts we’ve captured over the years.”The army officer’s reference to other captured girls made Vivian’s chest flutter with a fresh spike of fear even as the arousal in her loins raced toward an explosive finish. Suddenly it was upon her, like an assassin ambushing someone and cutting a person’s throat from behind. Her. Her small mound of light ginger pubes was glistening in the side lamp and I could see her lips starting to peak out. She turned around and while still stood up now facing towards my feet she crouched down over my face and told me to lick. She grinded her fanny into my face. This was new ground for me. Going down on a girl and licking her out in that position you are in control now Im lying there totally in her control struggling to breathe while a very wet pussy is being rubbed hard along my. .. huh... „ panted the girl, pausing momentarily. „One... aahhh... one hundred and t-twenty... hhhhaaaa... urrr... „ She began to turn the handle again, weary though she obviously was. Madame Vesta glanced at the clock.„Only half an hour to do it in, Jessica. You might make it.“ They left the cell to the sound of hoarse panting. „What happens if she doesn't?“ asked Quentin.„She gets one stroke of the tawse or cane for every turn-shortfall. And she gets them while she's making up the shortfall. . I work in a professional office so the thought of being so exposed really made me wet. I couldn't believe the amount of love juice I was producing at the mere thought, and my pussy lips were already swollen and sticking to my thighs. This, and I hadn't even gotten out the door yet. I went through the day with the sweet aroma of my pussy wafting behind me every where I went. I think one of my co-workers (Linda) realized something was up, but she never said anything. I was a woman in heat. .