One finger was always enough for her. Her vagina had learned how to adjust to the smallest hard item she could find to stick inside her pinkness. She ...ound, when she was a teenager, she had that ability and thanked God that He had blessed her with such an adapting pussy.She moaned as she wiggled her finger inside her hot box and took her other hand and started rubbing her clit. Rubbing her clit always made her wetter and she wanted to feel her hot natural fluid surround her finger. As she began. Neither Bill nor Anne knew their real names and had not seen them since. I then got Bill to tell me of what happened Sunday afternoon. I asked Anne not to prompt him. I was reluctant to ask her to leave bearing in mind what she had told me of the time before ‘Dear Johnny’ arrived. Bill was brutally frank. I was getting hot under the collar as he described arriving seeing Anne in her scanty costume. Yes it would have been the first time ‘Dear Johnny’ had seen it. I made him describe the costume.. “We need to move them to another location; it cannot wait until Sunday,” he said.I knew what he was doing; they now wanted to keep the two, do their own interrogation themselves and save the two as bargaining chips for later on.I called Lorrie, “Find out how far the C130 is from Tel Aviv and the arrival time,” I instructed and then I was placed on hold.“Its five hours out, will land at Tel Aviv at 0200 your time,” Lorrie replied.“It’s going to be a fast round robin, pick up two passengers, fuel. She would tell me what was going on when she felt like it, and not before. Chandra, on the other hand, had to be handled now before her melodrama increased exponentially.I knocked on her door. "May I come in?" I didn't want the whole household knowing that Chandra was, well, whatever she was."Go away!" I heard the tears, even from behind the door.I opened the door and closed it after me. She was face down on her bed with the bedspread balled up into a pillow crying. "Leave me alone!" she.