"Shhh, Sarah. Shh. It's alright. You're safe now. You're in the FBI building in New York. UniCORP has been caught. They won't ever do what they did to...you again."There was a pause. I noticed her breathing slowed to a more normal pace.Slowly she said. "I know that voice."She spoke with a British accent that I didn't notice in the warehouse. It sounded upper class, as if she was someone out of those old movies about Victorian age England.Her eyes opened fully, and she looked at me.They were. The one on the bed got up and moved to the end of the bed and started to talk to us. First things first i want you both to take you to strip so that we can check to for wires. It seems that you are the only people that are not bikers in this whole motel. I was wondering why that can be and he moved toward us in a very menacing way. We both said that we had made reservation months ago. He said that was impossible because be had this whole motel booked for a year.We argued with him for about 10. He removes Jess’s hand from his strong chest, then puts both her hands behind her back. He puts pressure on her thin shoulders insinuating her to get on her knees in front of him. Jess does it without any hesitation, looking into his eyes on the way down.As Jess sits facing his crotch , her eyes widen with shock and she lets out loud ‘oh my…’ Jess Knew now why he had chosen to wear those loose fit gym shorts, not to accommodate those manly thick sportsmen like legs, but for his “third leg” that. It is enough to leave me breathless. “Yes,” I moan, my lips finding his neck, “I want that. I want you.” We leave the bar right away. Soon we are out in the cool evening air and walking to his car. I feel like a hypocrite for a moment, I always tell my girl friends how careless it is to go off with a stranger, yet here I am doing the very same. I cannot help myself though; Tom just does not feel like a stranger to me. He drives and we do not speak, the air crackles with heat and passion, with a.