She had worked with Mossad so she saw some of the worst.She joined the army of her homeland, most women serve. Because she had some language skills sh... was attached to an interrogation unit. She was not formally trained, Sara was regular army, but she was a lot better than most at the business of getting information. Because she was not Mossad, she did not enjoy the security precautions after discharge. When her name and picture got out she was targeted by a suicide bomber and had to leave. She. One of my hand cups her breast, rubbing her nipple with my thumb. My other hand moves to her ass, squeezing, kneading her beautifully formed cheeks. I feel her hands on the bulge in my jeans which is trying to burst through the fabric.She begins to undo my belt. Now the button. She pulls down the zip, moves her hands to the sides and begins to pull down my jeans. They fall down to the floor.As she pulls down my boxers she breaks off the kiss and moves down towards my throbbing penis. Her. I bent forward and whispered in her ear, "I’m gonna make you mine. I will fill your ass up with my cum, make you never forget the first time your ass was fucked." To make my point I thrust in with long hard strokes. Pushing my cock as far as it would go, before I lost control. Cum shot out of my cock, flooding her ass. I moaned an animalistic moan as I felt my balls release everything I had in her ass, my body overcome with waves of pleasure."Oooh yes, oooh you make me feel so dirty, and I. . to finish what we... what we were doing." "That's insane." She makes no reply, helplessly removing the rest of her clothing. "Over to the bed," he says, and she complies. She stands at the corner of her mattress, supporting herself on it by her hands. She is to be beaten til she screams. And she intends to scream, but not from the beating. As the blows begin to rain down on her legs and buttocks, she whimpers and hisses, but never cries, never yells. She does,.