I watched her pink tongue point and then lick languidly at the dip, and again, the twinge in my groin and I had to shift my position once more. It wa... the brandy, I told myself. Her finger was even wetter now, and she moved it through the dip. "You should try it."I leaned forward to imitate her, but she reached over and softly placed her finger on my lips. "No, I meant suck if off mine."I laughed and blushed, wondering if she was making fun of me, but her eyes met mine, and for the first. You've got to hand it to the Yanks, they can sure organise things. We landed and got processed through a huge hanger; we had all our kit off loaded, had a meal and a crap and were allocated coaches, all in about 2 hours. MoD couldn't' organise a piss up in a brewery, and had they been in charge we would still be getting off the aircraft. The USAF seemed to be running the airbase, and as far as I could see there were no Saudis on the site.The coaches set off along a road that ran as straight as. What? Wait. That’s not a design? that’s, blood! The ?Blood Room?, she heard whispers of it earlier tonight, she just wouldn’t let it register, fear clouded her thoughts at the time. She started to hyperventilate. Jason kept whispering, ?Breathe. Breathe, you need to. Otherwise, you will just only anger him. You need to get through this or it will be worse for you.? He escorts her to the cross and purposefully ties her hands above her head.?What a beautiful sight this is. I’ve been looking. Once the door was closed and locked, she leaned against it and tears, so long suppressed, welled up. The deeply ashamed young wife held her face in her hands and sobbed.She felt so degraded, so humiliated! But what made it even worse, she knew she had loved it! Where were her great plans now? How could she ever face Hank's parents and look them in the eye? Perhaps they were right, perhaps she wasn't good enough for them; perhaps they were right... perhaps she wasn't good enough for even.