The photo ID was proudly proclaiming who I was, telling the world my address and all my details, if you could read it clearly. It, and the rest of my...little tits, were covered in cum. Once my rapists had enough they left me, unconscious covered in cum, on the floor of the dirty bathroom.Apparently one of the bartenders heard I was in there, and helped me to their staff room where she washed my whole body down and got me to sleep on the couch. My expensive dress was totally gone, I did find out. If it weren't for all the suffering she's going through I'd order you to cause her more than just a bit of pain when she gets back. But it has been useful in a sense. After she sorted out those three poachers we know they aren't likely to land at the weekend when that lethal, arse kicking mountain goat is loose about the place!"The shipments are still going on, then?" Must be, Samantha! We're still picking the poor buggers up and sending them straight back where they came from!" Why don't you. It will only be a rape if you think of it as one… He said rolling the straps of my dress down my shoulders and then pulling down my top, exposing my 32C young breasts I could see him looking really satisfied about them. Almost surprised by their shape… Or probably he liked the look, my pink areolas, my silky white skin… Owen… Youre a nice guy, I have never done this before, please dont… I said still calmly, obviously thanks to the drug. This is just your fucking conscience saying shit. I bet. Maybe I would use them to give my contacts a push in the right direction, but only the hint of possible blackmail.I snuggled into my rocker with a hot Brandy, with Saul and my favorite toddy. The journey through the fantasies shared within the pictures astonished me. The spy had gone dark and now I had his intelligence. I followed the progression of photographs as a private record appeared. Indeed, here it was for me to examine and put myself in the room via his pictures.As I opened the first.