Before long, I could reach the knife she still carried in her boot.“Just a little tupping,” scar-face said. “Probably won’t have a clean white...girl again for months.”“Probably never had a clean white girl, have you?” Miranda prodded back. I could feel her awareness seep into mine as she surrendered control of her body while she kept them talking. I got hold of the haft of the knife.“Soldiers, attention!” a voice shouted from the walk behind them. The pock-marked private looked up and. I am thirsty. I can’t remember the last time I had a drink. My throat is dry, each time I swallow my throat burned in agony. My lips are cracked and sting as salt brushes against the cuts. As I lick them, I get a moment of relief before the sun dries them once more. I lick them again and taste salt. I can feel gritty sand coating my tongue. I slowly sit up and open my still-clenched eyes. I blink. I cannot believe this was where I landed. Of all the places I could have turned up, I have washed. I could not stop licking and sucking her, I was out of control with lust. Finally, she lay back, letting out a huge satisfied sigh…releasing my head.I started to crawl on top thinking she was ready for me. But no…She rolled me onto my back and straddled me. This woman loved control and I was going to enjoy every second of it. She was looking down at me, again that pretty wet pussy hovering inches over my cock. She gripped the base of my cock tight with one hand and held me down with the other. A couple would freak and run away, a couple would call security, one might even accost her, and the other was completely unpredictable. ‘I know,’ Andrew offered, ‘Why not me? You know you can trust me. You won’t actually be doing anything with me you haven’t already done. Knowing what you’re going to do, I’ll be in a position to take any steps necessary to protect you while you’re completing your strip show on the dance floor.’ ‘But how will you take photographs of the two of us?’ Andrew.