Flipping the towel off her thighs, she was bare and naked, knowing that she would be exposed to anyone entering. With the warm thick steam enveloping ...er, she pretended not to care. Though getting caught was unlikely, the idea drove her hands faster and harder and closer to true Nirvana.A creak of a hinge and a swirl of cool air caused her to stop. Motionless, she listened. Nothing. Probably someone peeking. Not a sound for 30 seconds and Laura jumped back in with both hands. The train to. “I know what you are.” I stated somewhat out of the blue. It was a comment designed to be provocative, and to elicit a response. It worked.“Huh?” She looked quizzically at me, “What did you say?”“I said that I know what you are.”Her beers arrived and she handed over the ten-pound note.“You do huh? And what am I?”I paused as she looked at me, her change from the ten pounds arriving. I had her attention now, which was what I was aiming for. I took my time, as well as a drink from my beer, while. As she looked back at my dick, another drop beaded up on the tip. "Mmm. More," she said, and her tongue hesitatingly reached out to lick it off. Again, she worked it around in her mouth for a moment. "Now what?" she asked."Do what you just did, but use the flat of your tongue around the entire head." Moving her mouth over my dick, she slowly placed her tongue against me and slid it around some. "That's close. Imagine I'm a soft-serve cone on a hot day and I'm melting. You don't want any running. In this resolve she was much strengthened by her inner certainty that under the code of honour revered in the Sicilian circles of both their families, Ernesto was bound to come after her and rescue her, and to take his revenge on the men who had kidnapped her. She had been shocked by the rapes in the hotel and even more so by the rapes in the holding pens. These were quite alien to the Sicilian code; a ransom kidnap victim was never treated with disrespect and any such behaviour would normally.