. so softly. Could you feel the electricity.... the energy? I would open my lips a bit for you. I would delicately explore your mouth with my ...ongue as well... feeling the hotness of You mouth, tasting your desire for me? I would slide my pussy against your cock, not slipping you inside yet; you would feel my smooth, swollen lips rubbing against you. Continuing to rub my pussy against you but more purposeful now, you would feel my inner lips separate and run along your cock soaking it? . The thing that concerned her the most, was how to keep her mother, and her daughter, from knowing about this relationship. She understood that, eventually, it would have to be brought out into the open, at some point, but how to do that was the big question.Each night, after making sure her mother was settled in for the evening, and that her daughter was fine as well, Cindy would quietly leave the house, go next door to where Willis would be waiting for her at the side door, and then...then she. None of the Navajos had a gun, so they would know who it was who had fired that shot.I tried to be extra clever and keep an eye on where I had just been. My idea was that I might trap a Navajo who had seen the smoke puff and was trying to use it to find me. Using myself as bait for an enemy was not exactly a new thing for me, but I did try to keep it to a minimum. One of these days, I might not be so lucky.Again, I had squatted down so that I could look for feet moving along the ground. No. Another metal door wasunlocked and again I was taken down a long hallway.The room was a torture chamber. Bare light bulbshanging from the ceiling. Large white metalcabinets with glass doors lined the walls. Icould see instruments used to punish men inside these cabinets.I looked in fear as I saw electrodes, large straps, electro-typeanal plugs, and numerous clamps probably used on the nipplesand other body parts. There were bottles of pills, catheters, long thin rubberlike tubes that are.