She spread her legs further and tilted her hips forward, and he ran two fingers along velvet lips, from bottom to top. His fingertips moved in small, ...ight circular motions over the tight skin before sliding back down to gather more of the dampness from her seeping well. She shuddered with the slow entry of a large finger, sliding along the bottom of her quim, his thumb repeated the small, gentle motions on her hood. He broke their kiss, and with his free hand he lifted her dress, petticoat,. “Nice?” he smiled.“You’re a bastard Brian,” she said.“And you’re a slut,” he laughed, “let me see your arsehole,” he said, pulling the quilt off her completely.“No!” She said, trying to grab the quilt but failing.“Don’t be silly,” he said, “l only want to make sure he didn’t tear you.” He moved down the bed, taking hold of her ankles and parting her legs. He lifted her ankles so that her legs were wide apart and up over her head.“Put me down,” she protested, “don’t you dare touch me down. Several hours later and the vehicle stopped and the blanket was yanked off. The cage was pulled out and dropped. We were in a large camp beside a river. From the position of the sun we were on the north side of the river. The cage was opened and we were pulled out.We were yanked up and enemy soldiers used limbs to beat us. The cord was cut and we were retied to a frame outside a command tent. Enemy officers came out and looked at us and a colonel gestured, "cut their clothes off."They were not. I sighed and reached for the bubble bath, pouring it into the water. Without warning, I was picked up, and dropped into the bath, the water going everywhere! When I resurfaced, the detective was laughing! ‘Detective Carlisle, I think that can be classed as police brutality!’ ‘It’s Peter’ he replied, ‘and that’s only the start!’ he climbed in next to me, and I leant back into his arms. Behind me, Peter reached for the sponge, and began to rub soap over my body. I sighed contentedly, and relaxed..