Where are we going?"The guard silenced him with a slap."Shut up. One of you lucky boys will get to fuck Commandante Ivana." The soldier braced himself...as the truck lurched forward. "The other two will get to die quickly."-=)0(=-The morning was already bright, hot, and humid. Ivana walked from the shower. Her light brown skin glowed from scrubbing. She looked at the handcuffs hanging from the rail at the head of her bed and smiled. He had been a school teacher and a more than adequate lover. The. Randi said, "Walk around a bit. Getused to them. Let's see how they shape your legs. Oh, so pretty. Besure to use feminine body language when you're wearing nice things likethose. And you'll have to start shaving your legs. And your crotch.And underarms. And chest. In other words, everywhere. I know you havehardly any body hair to begin with but, if we're going to play dress-up -- and we are -- I want you looking the part. Right?" He muttered, "Yes,darling." She sounded displeased. .. we need to talk.”“Betty?” he exclaimed, a bit loudly. He covered the receiver, as if it would make any difference, but both Abe and Meg lowered their food, concerned.“What’s wrong? Is Mom okay?”Phil absently waved her concern off until he could determine it for himself. “What is it, Betty? It’s not like you to call me out of the blue.”“We need to talk. Something ... something’s happened.”“Something good or something bad?”“I can’t do it justice over the phone. Where are you? If you’re at your. I'd spent a few hours chatting to him on msn and webcam and knew he was the one. We agreed to meet up at a local pub in Warrington and had booked a cheap room in the local TravelLodge just in case. At my hubbies and Jamie's request I dressed up like a cheap slut... the usual black stocking only just hidden under a short flared mini skirt, which I had to keep constantly pulling down... a wrap over black top which kept opening up to reveal a great deal of cleavage so that everyone in the pub.