The feeling was there, my pussy crying out to be touched. For some reason I never did though - the thought never came to my mind. Oh, I could have. Wh...n I was naked and huddled in the water, there was always that urge to run my hands over myself - to brush my fingertips over the pertness of my breasts, brush them over my skin and down between my thighs...It was the idea of being raped that eventually pushed me over.It happened while I was reading. It was a fantasy book, of all things. I was. Naan sari endru solli sunniyai aval kuthiyil irakinen, akka kuuthiyil eeram athigamaaga suranthu irunthathu athanaal sunni adi pundai varai elithil ulle sendrathu.Ennaku jamunavin mulai migavum pidithu irunthathu avalin periya mulaiyil karupaana mulai kaambu irunthathu. Naan oothu konde iruvarin mulaiyilum kaiyai vaithu thadavikonde oothu thalinenn.Naan oothukonde irukum pozhuthu akka haaaaaaaa ahaaaaaaaaa endru munara aarambithaal. Appozhuthu jamuna aval vaayil eri pundaiyai vaithaal akka. It's all about being inside the poor bastard's mind. Unless you totally botch it, he will talk before he dies. They don't always tell you everything, but usually it's because you don't know what to ask.Getting an elaborate story under torture is not easy, but a simple yes or no isn't difficult at all. Even an address isn't hard, but complicated thoughts are more difficult. For instance a list of names is seldom complete. Almost always there are one or two that get passed over the first few. But still he looked into the mirror. He had lost a few pounds, leaving a light reserve of belly fat but nothing that was noticeable unless you knew where it was. He had grown a bit paler, but nothing else had really changed. His hair was light brown; his eyes were that same, piercing blue. They seemed almost grey to Mike. He was the same height, somewhere around six feet, give or take two inches. He was never quite sure. “Are you going to join me, lover? This is our last morning, so you’d.