He was forced into some sort of building, and his blindfold was taken off. It was a farmhouse kitchen. He looked up to see himself surrounded by a num...er of rough looking men, and three women who were armed with an assortment of weapons.The men there were arguing about what to do with him, in a mixture of Flemish and French. It seemed to Tony, that it was a debate whether to hang him or shoot him, after the interrogation, so he assumed that they were partisans of some kind. Tony interrupted. One area caught my attention. The journal told of how my great, great, great, great grandfather Dan Sullivan had been exploring a valley (knowing my relatives probably stealing horses or cattle) when he came over a ridge at the same time about a mile away some Indians had stepped out on a knoll. They both saw each other, Dan being a cautious man ran for the hills. After seeing the Indians and fearing for his life (like I said probably for good reason) he was going to leave this valley as fast. There was his face behind the patio doors. I tried to breathe. All I could manage were short gasps. I swear my heart was pounding so hard it made my tits bounce. My fingers were going faster. I looked in my mirror. My cunt was gaping. More spray. All over the mirror. I let it fall……..no use now, I couldn’t see anything through it, anyway.Two hands now. I thought of him watching. The thrill of what I was doing. I’d masturbated a thousand times before but never like this. Then I forgot all about. I walked around the bar and put my hands on her hips. Then began a moist whisper in her ear.“what would you say if I asked you to come up to my room for the evening?” I began kissing her neck as I ran a hand over her ass and snaked a hand over her stomach to pull her closer to me.“what about my boyfriend? What about your fiance?”“they will never know, one night of hot NSA sex and they never need to know” I turned her around and kissed her. “I will make it worth your while..... orgasm wise I.