He entered her bedroom, bare foot and tanned in white t-shirt and worn jeans, and looked directly at her smiling. “Turn over” he said to her. ... She did slowly. The first touch was as light as a feather across the cheeks of her bottom, encased in her finest silk knickers. He slid his fingers lightly down into the crease between her legs and felt her excitement through the warm dampness in her crotch. He eased his fingers further forward and brushed her clitoris through her knickers.. All the bodies from the embassy attack had been buried or cremated by the time they arrived to look through the morgue.Saudi Arabia was supposed to be our ally, yet had trained and supplied so many terrorists to attack us. I was willing to bet our state department had made the pictures of the dead available to the Saudi secret police. Or had the CIA tried to work a deal of some kind? People were expendable - including me - for a piece in the bigger picture.I wrote more notes for Robert and his. I went to my room and got in the shower and played with my little pussy imagining that I was my mother and Bill was fucking me. I came good and showered and went off to sl**p. That morning my mom got a call and they told her my grandfather had a stroke and she needed to get down there fast. Bill booked her a flight and gave her some money and told her to go take care of her father and we would be there if she needed us and he would look out for me while she was gone. Mom called off from work. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my breasts and keeps them up. The cool air causes the nipples to tingle and harden. I cant not struggle. All of a sudden Im panicked. I start to push at Kevin with my hands. John at my back locks his arms around my waist to subdue me and tells Kevin to call Robert and get Susan over here. NO! I pant. I force myself to stop fighting at Susans name. Im SORRY! Please… I hiccup a sob as a tear rolls down my cheek. I wont fight anymore. I dont.