The Afghani girl was crouching next to her, panting and trying to get up. Like Alexa, she had been freed but her collar remained - also secured by a l...ng chain to a ring on the cell wall. And it was small, about six feet square, barred on three sides with a rough stone end. There was one thin plastic mattress with a blanket, one slop bucket and one large bowl of water. A tiny camera pointed down from the roof outside the cage.Two men were standing outside, two strangers in black uniforms. One. I did not care if I was in trouble for the rest of my life this was heaven and I was not going to give it up. I began nibbling on her lips and across her cheeks. I brushed the hair from her succulent neck and nibbled there and unto her ear. Her body was a cellphone set on vibrate and I seemed to be pushing all the right buttons. She pushed me away slightly and reminded me of the time, but I did not care anymoreI reached under her shirt as I steadily kissed her and rubbed against her breast,. Nothing was said and nothing had to be.The two were wedded the Sunday afternoon following our talk. It happened right in the living room where they were at home and comfortable. An unlikely couple but none could be happier. Ezra handed Jenny to Grace, her mother and matron of honor. I was standing beside Izzy as his best man. Mom manned the camera and her photos turned out as only she could have them.The newly married disappeared up the stairs after the evening meal. No one saw them to talk to. She had dark hair with red highlights. She looked to be about 18 years old, and scared out of her mind. Dan brought his hand to his mouth, and the strange image did the same. "Oh my God. Am I going mad?" "No Dan. You aren't. I must say you turned out lovely." Gasping Dan spun toward the sound of his wife's voice. With his balance just a bit off the young woman started to overbalance for a moment. The large breasts, swaying with the movement, created a disconcerting sensation for Dan. Jenna was.