The wounded man had been carried off by another member of the Intelligence 100. It had taken a little convincing before the man realized that it was i... his best interests to talk.“What did we learn?” Mike asked. It was his hope that the man was more than just a low level follower.“He told us that the rail guns were built in Nevada with parts brought in from Washington state and Illinois. He didn’t know where the parts were actually made, but he did know that they were assembled in a warehouse. You obey every word he said, good boy..now clean my cock. Love it?I enjoyed every drop of his spicy tasting spunk. It was making me addictive for more.I touched my dicklet while doing that great cleansing of his big meat...stop I don’t like you to touch without my permission Mohammed said. Your clitt is mine when you are with me…Are you with me? Are you my cunt?I couldn’t say anything else as yes Sir. Mohammed said you promise me you are a cunt to me. Yes Mohammed…Am I not Sir to you? I like. Not the will or will not. So, what if..." I give her a pointed look. What if he doesn't return. I leave that unsaid.Yep that's me, defender of man helping out the love lorn. What a shame, I should have done this years ago. Now if only if I could work on my own sagging love life. I think sarcastically to myself as I watch her struggle with her feelings. Her face turns back to a smile, she is a brave trouper. Then she heads for Saber, this time head held high.I look around the starting. She isn’t abused or mistreated; she’s just denied the world and everything in it. Being fifteen, many wouldn’t think of her as intelligent as someone twenty-five or as attractive as someone eighteen, but she is both. She has a warm, inquisitive curiosity about life. Eventually she slows Blackie down to tread along at a slow pace. With only a quarter moon the landscape is fairly dark. It seems far more peaceful with it being darker, almost primordial. Her breasts sway with each step the horse.