It was an acceptable risk and just part of the job. Intelligence, even in modern warfare, was paramount and someone had to get it. Giselle and three o...hers had been picked and been unlucky to have been discovered, despite their special training. She had not seen or heard of the others since her capture. She didn't believe they were alive. She was free now, liberated from the enemy and going back to the US of A at last.She lay in her cot, looking up at the mosquitoes that ringed the single. The wand's intensity increased and she cried out, thrown off balance by the change. Now she was back to teetering, waving her arms in the vapid space between the edge and the abyss, trying to maintain her balance but failing with every move. He asked again, “Do you want to come?” She cried, didn't realize that she actually had tears coursing her cheeks, when she said, “Please, yes, please, let me come, please! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! I need... can't...” Her body wasn't her own anymore.. I hope you don’t mind?”I chuckled, “Stan, I should’ve told you that all that money is yours. Trust me, I’ve got a lot more where that came from.”“Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how much money was on that pallet?”“Close to $1 billion? Give or take. I figured you might need some to expand your operations.” I chuckled again, “Just how big of an upgrade did you make to your fleet?”I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Stan grinning at me, “I traded in both of my other yachts and now. .fuck the begging...and that's all you need. You flip over and crawl toward her, making room for yourself as you go. She groans in her sleep but doesn't wake. You take a second just to look. Such a pretty pussy. Fat puffy lips you remember spanking pink at her request and the cutest clit you recall having your lips and teeth around for a long time greet you and you trail your finger over them. She twitches but sleeps on. The shine of old lube and the faint smell of ass and that comes back to.