I was embarrassed I didn’t want her to go there, I felt like I had just pee’d on myself and the smell was different than it has been in the past....I tried to stop her, but she insisted on going down there.So I gave up on trying to stop her. She then used her free hand to spread my legs apart even more. As she does this, I can feel her tongue licking and kissing and her hot breath making me even wetter than before. I felt like I lost all control of my bodily functions, like I was pee’ing myself.. I wrote Momma about her, and Momma asked about my chest. I had to admit that when I started thinking serious thoughts about that special one it started to hurt something fierce. The girl could tell there was something too, so we agreed to just let it be.I got out and returned home. Visited with some old friends, even tried to look Fish up, but she was gone. Started working with Daddy again, but it didn't feel right.One day, it was late spring, I was standing in my normal spot outside Daddy's. This time, she continued twice as long. It was a basic principle of interrogation: never allow your subjects to grow used to your techniques.?You will tell me the name of who sent you,? Irina commanded as the ball came out.?PLEASE! I don’t know what you’re- mmph!??You continue to support the image of a typical, blond American woman, Miss Duvall,? Dr. Motova mused lightly to herself as she placed the switch back in its spot among her tools. ?The taste of a complete whore, and a total. Praying that someone would rescue her, a hero…a hero like the Gentleman Highwayman… She cringed as she felt his hands roughly force her legs apart, bracing herself for the inevitable pain, when out of nowhere she suddenly heard the snort of a horse and the quiet but audible click of a pistol being cocked. A strong calm voice cut through the cold night air… ‘You know, it’s scum like you that give highwaymen a bad name.’ ‘What the…’ exclaimed the man standing over Tamara, as she felt his hands.