My t-shirt felt tight around my small tits and it was damp too, sticking to my hot skin. I was wearing a skirt, not a particularly short one but it ma...e me feel vulnerable regardless. I was still wearing my high heels. I pressed my thighs tightly together and moaned softly, desperate for some sort of friction between my legs. It was the first time I’d been tied up but I’d fantasised about it hundreds of times. Fantasies made me turn to the internet and it was there that I’d met Zane. It was. I imagine him stroking his growing bulge, enjoying his drink while taking in everything that the view has to offer.I slip out of my underwear completely, spreading my knees to give our guest a full view of my engorged lips and turn my focus back to your hardness, confident - or uncaring, now - of the strangers attention, and enjoying the sensation of your cock against the back of my throat as I know you're enjoying the spectacle too. As ever, gagging against a hard dick runs through my body and. It isn't that hard when you know what is coming." I replied. "So how are you finding the training here?" It is difficult," one of the soldiers said."Are you the Mossad operative?" I asked her."Former Mossad," she corrected me."This should be a walk in the park for you," I said."I did not like middle of the night runs for them, and I don't like middle of the night runs for Swamp Dogs," she said."I was lucky I never did that stuff. I came in through the back door. Special soft operative I think,". He had a short sword on his right hip, a hand crossbow on the left. “What’s your name, little catgirl?”“Zanyia, Master,” I answered, staring up at his handsome face, his short, blond hair reflecting firelight. He had blue eyes, so deep I could swim in them.“I’m not your master, Zanyia,” he said, holding out a hand to me. “You don’t have to crouch like that.”“I like crouching,” I said, trembling, but not from being naked. Though I had as much hair adorning my body as a human female, I could.