As we were driving down the road, an RPG exploded to the right of us. The vehicle was lifted off the ground on that side by the shock wave of the blas.... When it came back down, the whole side sagged badly.Tires are gone, I thought. The Sergeant in charge of my escorts said, "Get out and find shelter, I'll cover you." One of the others grabbed me and the third got the driver as he was unconscious.We got to an alley that provided some shelter from the ambush, while the sergeant continued firing. She had given me a sharp glance, when the thought to embrace her first came to me, and I wondered if she could she read my mind.However, she continued with her story. "When Napoleon crowned himself Emperor Berthier was made a Marshal. He came to ask for my hand in marriage – he had always loved me, or so he said. I told him I could not marry a man I did not love, and that I could not love a man I did not respect, and that I did not respect him for his action in abandoning my husband and his. There was a moment of silence and a quizzical look upon his face when he heard a chime and the elevator door opened with a rolling swoosh. Suddenly everything felt magical. He wondered how the elevator ding! was still ringing in his head, then realized it was the pulse of his heart beating within.Extending her one arm and gesturing with a wave of her opposite hand, “After you.”She followed him inside the empty elevator. At the back of the elevator was a large heavy looking mirror held within an. I whimpered, my body covered in goosebumps and I couldn't keep myself from sliding my hand down into my panties.He saw my action and switched to my other nipple, getting my chest as wet as he possibly could. He was flicking my nipple, biting, sucking, nibbling at it.My legs spread wider under him as I began to rub my fingertips against my lips, my eyes closing gently while my body relaxed more and more into the bed.Before I knew it, my hand was moving so fast in circles, rubbing over my clit.