“Good girl,” he said as he put his right arm around her head, held her hair tight through her hijab and pulled her towards himself.~Foreplay Start...“Aaah…mmph,” Hasna moaned as he pulled her hair, but her moans were blocked by his mouth opening and closing all over hers.“Mm…mm,” Rohan was making a sound as he continued to eat her face. He was licking, sucking and biting her lips and her mouth.Hasna initially was irritated by his behavior, but soon, she felt it. She felt her body warming up. She. No one would dare come to her rescue even if they wanted to. At best, such an attempt would get any wannabe hero a stern talking to, and at worst, he would end up a slave himself. So people played it safe, and Jane ruled out that line of possible escape.She listened carefully. Eventaully, she could make out the rattling of keys, shortly followed by the opening of the lorry's back padlock and the almost deafening noise of the whole back section rolling up overhead. At last she could hear her. I had one radio blob searching the ground several yards ahead of me (for trip wires, seismic sensors, electric eye beams, etc.), while the other blob was higher and looking farther ahead. The high blob located a large truck beyond the far side of the WSA. It had a big box angled upward and pointing west. It was too far away for my blob to move for a good look, but I was pretty sure it was some sort of SAM (Surface to Air Missile) launcher.I doubted it was infrared guided, as it didn't make. You could not remove your stare from her. She looked like a dead ringer for Katherine Ross of The Graduate fame only better looking. Only, she had the personality of Loni Anderson, smart, confident, funny, and quick witted. She was Italian and came from money. I found out later that her father was in construction and they lived in a big mansion in Rhode Island off Narragansett Bay. It did not occur to me that little Susan was the daughter of a significant Mafioso, but she was. Still, even if I.