Due to our status we could travel quite freely between both the North and South of Cyprus so lots of different culture and scenery to enjoy. A number ...f times whilst driving through the Northern part of the city I had seen a Turkish bath house. I had been to one before on a holiday in Turkey and it was a great relaxing experience. Towards the end of my mission things were really winding down for me so I thought I deserved a little bit of a pampering visit to the baths.I went in and when I asked. She let out a short scream, as her shirt and t-shirt became soaked in cold water.“Shower works...”“It´s the shower-drain, you...imbecile..”His face became pale. Then her quickly grabbed one of her wrists, held it firmly.“I get angry when people call me that...Don´t call me that, not if you want me to fix your drain, you slut..”Her mouth formed a silent “O”. She was not used to this.“Slut..?!”“Yeah, you run around with the shirt all soaked so I can see your tits...bitch”Before she could react,. And so... here I am. In a small room in a barn. Its midnight. I can't lie down, the chains are too short, but I suppose it doesn't matter. The thoughts of what will be happening in a few hours are enough to assure I won't be getting any sleep tonight. I also know the discomfort and sleep deprivation are part of the processing, preparing me for my virtual execution.Its cold, and I am naked, except for a loose loin cloth. The whipping I received earlier in the evening left welts, which still. Shona slid her tongue back up Jane’s cheek, kissing her deeply. Their tongues whirled around together. Shona’s hand slid up Jane’s body to caress the breasts she had remembered and longed for for so long. She pulled at Jane’s blouse, slipping it off her shoulders, giving her hand full access to Jane’s large globes. Jane sighed as Shona squeezed her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. She let out a soft squeal of pleasure, eliciting memories of the times they had spent in bed.