Justin's whole demeanor changed. Every bit of boyishness left not onlyher face but her posture too. She didn't think she was a twelve-year-old boy a...ymore, she was a thirty-nine-year old woman. Her name wasn'tJustin her name was Karen and she could remember everything that hadhappened to her. She knew who had done it to her and she was lookinginto the face of her tormentor, Patty.There were so many emotions going through her mind she couldn't decidewhich to express, consciously or even. "Who has been recording the days, I see my Calendar stick has been marked?" It was Fredogid, she has been marking, as she calls it the nights," was the reply.I counted the notches and discovered the next shimmering was due tomorrow. "Teresa, you will be able to return to your own time tomorrow morning. After breakfast can you get Bill to come over and see me?" It's true what you said, I can go back?" She said so excitedly. Without waiting any longer she turned and dashed out of the house. I saw. John then slid his hand further down her naked butt and slowly began to probe her asshole. Finding it already lubed with semen, John had no problem slipping a second finger in.BEEEEEPJohn looked up to see the light was now green, and probably had been for some time. The woman lifted her head off John's cock and put one hand back onto the steering wheel. The car lurched forward as she stepped on the gas. "I can't wait to get some real road head," John sighed."What, this isn't good enough for. She had made the mistake of spitting in the face of one of her guards and had a livid bruise on her cheekbone for her trouble.The trained CIA interrogators could tell within the first half an hour that they weren't going to break this fanatic down. They were even doubtful that the usual 'just within the rules' techniques would do any good - the sleep deprivation, keeping the prisoner on their feet for hours, constant noise in the cell - all of these wouldn't affect her they judged."We could.