Every Thursday evening she met Oleg outside the Dog and Duck in Rotherham and he took her home to test the week’s production. She was an ideal teste... as for for many years she had combined a day job as an switchboard operator at the British Consulate in Cairo with an evening job working in a brothel. On several occasions she had allegedly broken the neck of an Arab who was screwing her. She liked to wait until he started to cum so he died with a smile on his face.Oleg didn’t mind, though her. I sighed with relief, startled that Faceless, my kidnapper, had somehow survived the fusillade of bullets that had been rained upon the occupant or occupants of the vehicle in which I had been imprisoned. But when I sat up, the silhouetted figure was wearing a blue shirt and the shield of a police officer adorned his left breast. I looked to my right. Stretched across the ground was a man lying motionless in a pool of blood. He was clad in a short sleeve white shirt and red streams were still. "Oh, just stick your fingers in there !" she whisperedAnd I did. A couple of fingers just slid into her and touched her walls gently, then with a little more force and she screamed - I had found and touched a spot which she loved, so she wanted to do something for me in return. We stood up, and she told me to face the bed so she could give me a hand-job. She stood behind me and pulled my cock as I tried to control the force in to lengthen our pleasure. As she began to lick the back of my neck,. - It's a small sisterhood and we have been talking, me and Donna, about making you a member now for years, but it has never been a good time, but I think right now is perfect. Now, the initiation is quite simple, but we can't do it the same way we did it at camp here. We'll have to conform to a few local customs. Sherry winked at Donna who giggled.- I don't know. When you two pranksters...Donna looked at her with big puppy eyes.- Aw, please Linda. It will be fun, I promise.Linda sighed.- But do.