Mybody relaxed in the warm water, tension easing away from my joints. Atthirty-five, I was still in good shape. Breasts that only showed thebarest hin... of sagginess, as if gravity had not yet discovered them.The scars there were almost invisible. My curves, dynamite in my lateteens to early twenty's, had only begun to acquire cellulite. A twistedscar ran from my right thigh to my kneecap. I traced it for a moment.My legs and feet, arguably my best feature, had been untouched.After getting out. I realized I was totally naked except for my tiny black thong and heels. Hugh’s mouth was sucking on my nipples and his other hand was between my legs. He ripped off my silky thong and shoved a couple hard fingers in to finger fuck me and used his thumb to poke my asshole.I was used to rough play, but this guy was trying to get up my ass with a thick dry finger. I squirmed and try to get away but used his other hand to beat my ass until I stopped squirming. A lot of pussy juice was flowing out. The contact man of the Elder Statesmen would presumably home in on the signal and locate me. Further course of action was left to my discretion, meaning that I was in the hands of fate.I kept to the shelter of crumbling brick walls as much as I could, trying to present as small as possible a cross-section to telescopic sights. Open stretches I crawled across. On my stomach. I had been told that my weight was insufficient to trigger an anti-tank mine, and that thought cheered me considerably. She seems relaxed. After taking a few gulps from his own cup, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and walked back to her writing room. Cup in hand, Nathan made his way out the backdoor. He needed to get showered and dressed. This was one ‘walk of shame’ that made him completely happy. Charlie heard the door close while she sat on her computer chair, and she drew her legs up to her chest. With her head resting on her knees, her mind re-played the movie of last night’s.