"As I said this to her I began to press my sex against her foot. She struggled to get away but in the drooping hammock, and armless, she had little ab...lity to maneuver, and so there was little she could do to prevent me from pulling my skirt over her leg and then pressing her toes up against my pussy. That organ quickly dampened as I rubbed it over the big toe, which slid inside my folds readily. She resigned herself to this act, and began to frig my cunny with her foot, the big toe going. Then I felt her teeth pressed against my fingers. It wasn’t a painful bite, just her way to tell me to stop. “Untie me” she demanded. I went too far. That must have been too rough even for her, I thought. I was wrong.She crawled on all fours towards the edge of the boat.“Let’s see if you can make me cum before your sister loses her breath” she said, and then put her head underwater. She had lost it. She was batshit insane. What could I do?I could had tried to pull her out of the water, but she. This time, she wanted a photo of this mysterious William Washington Walker, as he looked around the time of graduation. After the usual delay for her modem to talk to the Agency’s modem, a photo began to emerge, pixel by pixel, on her home computer’s monitor. ‘All right,’ she calculated, ‘this photo was taken about 11 years ago.’ She loaded the image into her computer’s photo- enhancement program. Then she typed instructions for the program to age the subject of the photo about 11 years. She. If possible, I intended to recruit the men's wives' assistance in the administration of their husbands' punishment.In my best Yiddish character, I began to tell a story, about a young Jewish girl named Jesse, who was among those victimized by the men. That part of the story was true, and a convenient red herring concerning my identity. After describing her rape, and eventual suicide, as told to my "researchers," I told them about having identified the missing member and supposed host of the.