He smiled tenderly down at her still sleeping form. He moved away from her and down to remove her silk shorts. He knew she didn’t wear anything unde...neath them and slowly moved her legs apart. He reached up and began running his hands down her thighs to her inner leg. He could see that her mound was becoming more and more aroused as he teased his way around her. He reached a finger up and slowly began to massage her as she moaned again. This time he didn’t care if she woke up as she was already. Fear will flow, for as long as I need it to." Any questions?" No ma'am" with a quiver"Do you understand?" Yes ma'am"She had her ravenous hair tied back tightly. The White blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Her right hand; a cropped black leather glove. Her left hand; an elbow length black latex glove with a black fingerless leather glove overtop. A lamb thrown to the slaughter.The leather pants told a story.A second skin.The knee high combat boots were polished regularly.You could tell."no. ‘Ten weeks? How?’ I struggled to ask, knowing that she had to be right, I haven’t had hair long enough to get in my face since I was a teenager. ‘The doctor will be here in a minute. She’ll explain more. For now just concentrate on me, connect with your body again, try to move your arms and legs, just a little.’ ‘Seems like I can move everything except my left leg. It’s held down by something.’ ‘That’s the cast. It comes off in another week. Your leg was broken pretty badly.’ ‘Motor cycle. I am hanging onto my control with my fingernails!’ The desperation was becoming even more apparent in his impassioned speech. ‘I know you have no knowledge of me, but I have watched you while I am in camp. I know you to be a good mon, Ian MacGregor,’ I told him, running my fingers down his chest. The time for games had ended. I wanted this man and it was obvious that he wanted me as well. He attempted to put more space between us but I would not allow it. ‘I would forget this war for a time.