It kinda took me off guard. We had talked about it in our emails but only briefly. What we liked and looking for type of stuff. Nothing too intense... revealing, or in depth. Most of our conversations had been just about general life type stuff. So I was surprised she jumped into it so quickly. She started quizzing me rather intensely. Everywhere from what type of lover I was, positions I liked, past experiences, whether I was into BDSM, if I thought I was a dom or submissive. You name it. Oh well, I think any place is better than being treated like this.I'm not sure where the hell they are taking me, but I hear some moans and complaints and wonder if it's my Marines that have been wounded. They finally take the hood off me and a man in a white coat says, "We're moving you into your bed. Don't help us because I don't want you injuring yourself more. By the way, someone did an excellent job treating you."I look around and I'm shocked: It's not my Marines that are moaning, it's. "Hands on your head," the man behind the desksnarled, his tone becoming harsher. "Please. It's not like we've neverseen a pair of tits here before." The two guards chuckled. Irina, shivering from nervousness and cold, put her handson top of her head. Her small, light pink nipples stood out hard from hersmallish breasts. One of the guards, clearly having done this many timesbefore, grabbed her pile of clothes and placed them on the desk. He thenreturned to Irina and walked in a circle around. MyReaction after that was more of “reluctant curiosity “till it startedGetting better till he began to fondle my breasts & then it wasAgain “reluctant pleasure “. That he was “gentle “& not crude orRough helped me ease up & “put up “with his uninvited advances. ItWas more of passivity & fear that I allowed him to pull up my kameez& fondle my breasts & pull up my bra to suck on my breasts —but whichLater turned into “reluctant pleasure “. Of course, getting a orgasmWas an ultimate experience –by.