“This is Mary” Linda said in English, reading from the book and pointing at a line drawing of a girl dressed in a tartan skirt and polo-neck jumpe.... “She lives in London. She is a student.” Gabrielle said nothing, but nodded her head. “Mary speaks English,” continued Linda, not sure whether she was understood. “She comes from England.” Gabrielle nodded again, with an earnest face and no apparent evidence of having understood. Linda sighed, but she persisted. She continued to read out phrases. If only his friend knew that Brad never paid me, and I did this purely for my own pleasure - and of course because I'm not a prostitute. He described my snatch as "tight and clean" and "not like he expected a hooker whore's used cunt to look." He then sniffed at me, declaring me to smell clean and tasty. With that declaration, he went down on me.He didn't spend long eating my pussy because he wanted a blow job. Brad told him to find his manners and pay me before I did anything else. He handed. "We're not alone down here."Perhaps a few of you readers recognize the above opening excerpt from the thriller novel SUBTERRANEAN by author James Rollins, published in 1999.I had fun adapting his story into an short "adult" thriller minus the bloodshed and adding the gratuitous sex.By the way, I highly recommend James Rollins thriller novels as a great read. All his stories are full of adventure in outdoor settings involving modern day explorers, geologists, archaeologists, lost temples with. Faster and faster he went, struggling at times to stay in place as her writhing became more pronounced. When it happened, she was screaming. “Yes, yes, yes!” And then she fell back, panting.Harry watched her recover. “Can you do that again?” he asked.“I think so. Soon. Dont you want to fuck me yet?”:Yes and no. I want to make sure you get everything you need. If it was that good, why don’t I do it again?”“You said earlier … you said you might finger my …”“Your arsehole?”“Yes. My arsehole. Will.