They would eventually receive the edited tape of the questions they asked. They would be given a ‘what if’ scenario thirty minutes before they wer... picked up. What If we captured an Iranian military individual? What questions would they ask him?Ben, Frank and I would use the connections we had within the Joint Chief of Staff to pick two tomorrow.I spent more time in the tanning booth. I needed to be dark as if I had spent years in the sun; so did the Mossad ladies. Vicky and I were in there. It meant more embarrassment for James and more entertainment for Garima and her friends.James glared at Garima with his hands on his hips and declared, “You wouldn’t dare?”Garima giggled, “Oh yes, I would!”James stomped his feet as his mouth dropped open, “Uggghh!”Garima smiled, “Now get busy sucking you cock-whore!”James grunted and blushed, “Uggghhh! You!!”He then dropped to his knees and began sucking cocks, one at a time. Garima and her girlfriends clapped and laughed. James bobbed and. All those thoughts were gone now, eaten away by despair.Now she lived for the rattle of keys in a lock and the click of a switch bringing light. Even if that same light also brought the devil and pain.She heard the faint rattle now and closed her eyes tight. The light was wonderful, the light was warmth and relief from the voices that came from the dark. But it hurt her eyes.He came into the room, carrying a bundle under his arm. He hit the switch for the lights and the button on the stereo. She struggled a little more and said 'If you don't stop this minute I won't be resposible for the consequences' I knew she was enjoying this bit of fun but her voice carried what I perceivedas a mild threat. All of a sudden her hands shot behind her and she grabbed my erection.'Now I have the upper hand' she exclaimed, do I squeeze or do you stop?'I looked down, took hold of the belt of her dressing gown and quickly bound her hands together behind her back. She began to struggle but soon gave.