Her fingertips caressed the close cropped rectangle of hair she’d trimmed just yesterday in anticipation of this past evening. When her finger tappe... her clit, she felt a tingle and closed her eyes. “Mmmm,” she moaned to herself. Her finger descended and parted her lips. She was wet, remembering how Greg’s finger felt as it slid into her. Her other hand cradled her breast, squeezing and teasing her hardening nipple. She pushed a finger inside herself. “Ahhh,” she moaned, maybe a little too. Are you going into dinner? I was about to go there myself. Could we sit together? I hate eating alone.’ Ushia looked delighted and agreed. Each thought their plan was proceeding smoothly. They spent several hours in conversation, Azid telling of his struggles as a poor boy, getting a chance at college and working his way up the career ladder. Ushia feigned admiration since, in reality, she knew that Azid was the spoiled son of rich parents in the Middle East. His brother had taken the. Her hips were moving more insistently, lips of her vagina swollen and distended, and her clitoris fully extended from it’s sheath. I began to rub her clit with the thumb of the hand that was working inside her. Fast penetration of my fingers, slow withdrawal. Fast in, slow out, fast in, slow out. Timing the thrusts of my fingers to the movements of her hips. I spoke into her ear, ‘You want to cum now, don’t you?’ A small ‘Yessssssss,’ escaped her lips. ‘You want to scream when you cum, don’t. I felt like a wimp compared to them. "You are Sylvia Porter right?" one of them asked."Yes I am. How did you know?" I asked."We were tasked with making sure nothing happened to you on this run. We know you run every morning," The other one said."Did they also tell you that I hate to run?" I asked."Yes ma'am they did. It is one of the signs of a good soldier. One who does, what he doesn't want to do, just because it is the right thing to do." the first one said."That's too fucking Zen for me," I.