A sigh escaped my mouth, and a shiver ran down my spine. My back arched towards her, and I felt her grip around me grow tighter.She pulled back slight...y, and for a second I admired her pale, beautiful skin. Then she leaned in to kiss me. I ran my hand up and down her bare back, feeling her soft, smooth skin. Her lips were velvet soft, but her kisses were hard with yearning. It was infectious. I pulled her closer, feeling for the first time her slim waist. She was grinding herself on me, moaning. Once she got her bearings, she drove straight to the American Embassy.The Marine guard recognized her from the photo. She was ushered into the cultural attaché’s office where she was shocked to find her father. She told her story to an amazed duo. She handed her father Alexander’s laptop and identified the location of the house where they could find him.George hugged Amy. He told her that she was incredible courageous and that he was so proud of her. He asked if she knew where to find Margaret.. Bo opened the door wider and Sarah walked into his arms. I wanted to cry but I was afraid I didn’t have anything left in me. “Oh, she’s fine!” Bo laughed, then turned to Sarah and tongued her mouth. “W-why?” I croaked. “Don’t say you didn’t like it, ‘Beýa Bella.” She walked towards me and bent to my eye level. “I must say though, It was fun to watch.” She patted my cheek and winked her green eyes at me. She leaned in and said into my ear “Breath a word of this to anyone, and you’ll wish you. "Well good evening Ann. You are looking quite tasty tonight if I may say so," he purred. Ann smiled coyly at the compliment. "You are such a rake David, to address a lady in such a fashion. Why my husband should have your ears to hear you speak that why," she finished, smiling. David glanced at the Den with the noxious smoke and belligerent laughter that issued from it. "It would seem Mrs. Thompson that your husband is not around and hardly in a position to defend your honor." "Yes, it.