You walk in the room say hello and then greet my wife with a long slow kiss on the lips. We met you in the hotel bar, a complete stranger and invited ...ou back to our room, you know why we invited you to our room. You both sit down on the red sofa and drink your wine I sit on the chair opposite. You talk to my wife complimenting her looks and beautiful figure in the black dress she is wearing, you talk to each other almost as if I am not in the room. You ask her to dance with you and you both. "You remember how horny you were as a teenager, how often you would come home and play with yourself?" She nodded and it wasn't a lie; pretty much five nights out of seven Sharon would come home from school and go to her room, slide the lock over and within 5 minutes be naked from the waist down and cumming. No mucking around, no bullshit Hollywood shit, fingers on her clit and she would cum almost instantly.These full on wanking sessions could last for hours, by the end she was knackered and. Other man took out a wet sponge and squeezed inside her mouth,other one cut a length of duct tape and sealed her mouth,Alisha was screaming in terror but it became muffle by then.water from the sponge ran down from her throat and wet the top she was wearing. One man hold her arms and other man took her thighs and they picked her up and carried her outside the room. She was wearing a religious armlet in her arm contains two gemstones and a silver chain, the person holding her arms holding her in. I moved slowly and cautiously towards the edge of the tree line overlooking the river and road, and then discovered the first problem — I couldn't see the bridge from my viewpoint.The tree line started a good twenty metres back from the edge of the ridge, and I would need to move out from the concealing trees, and get onto the ridge to find a good position to fire at the Land Rover. I struggled into the Ghillie suit, not over concerned at being spotted by the Bosnian Serbs, who would be.