My body bares the marks of the final flurry of aggressive passion when you took control of me. There’s a deep red mark around my upper thigh from wh...re you tried to rip my panties. My panties resisted you and dug into my skin before finally giving way and tearing. Dark chocolate is on my face and hands, in my hair and smeared on my body. The bed sheets, pillows and blankets are in a tangled mess on the floor. The silk scarves that I used to bind your ankles and wrists are either torn or lost. He has his .22 calibre version of the M1 carbine ready with one of the long magazines in it as well as a round in the breech. On his radio Pat listens to the conversation between Sarge and Bubba while the men walk a bit closer to the waiting duo.Sarge sets up in a similar position to Pat on the right side of the approaching column. He sets up with his .30 calibre M1 carbine with a long magazine and a round in the breech. Where Sarge is set different to Pat is he has his torch in his left hand. I leaned into him in that moment, pressed myself into his body, letting that power, that smell of musk and other wrap around me and knock the breath from my lungs. A bitter surprise hit when the connection came that I was not meeting flesh I was not meeting his skin to mine. There was stupid clothes in the way. Cloth and jeans stopping me from rubbing against his skin, rolling in his scent. ‘Clothes.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why?’ He chuckled and I shivered as if he was doing more than speaking. ‘I wasn’t. I sat in the cab & the car started to move & I could see the driver eyeing on me for every min I reached the place at 6:45 then all the respective formalities where finished & when I came out of the hall it was very dark then I realised I didn’t book the cab for return I took the phone and saw it was dead(battery out) I started to worry a lot and then I started walking towards the main road and waited for a auto I couldn’t find any vehicle moving ,it was 11:00 then a car stopped just before me.