“My interrogation techniques?” he prompted. “It’s well amateur known that I was the regime’s most prolific torturer”. “They say that the work turned your stomach and inspired you to join the rebels” Carissa ventured. ”And some say that it turned your mind”. “The men his spies turned in for questioning were traitors” Pavel told her. “He was conducting a very cunning black operation”. Here, Dmitri bared his fangs in a broad smile. “Men the rebels did not trust were approached by undercover soldiers and some were persuaded to turn informant. Then their comrades fed them disinformation, which they would faithfully relay after their capture by the military, expecting to be rewarded”. “But nobody outside of the unit knew about Captain Berzin’s ‘Doctrine’” Dmitri interjected. “He had been persuaded that only information extracted under torture was of any value and, furthermore, that only the evidence of a prisoner being tortured to death could be trusted”. He shrugged his huge shoulders. “These were men who were willing to sell their friends and brothers for dollars…” “And your network saved countless lives and hastened the end of the regime” Pavel said tight earnestly, leaning forward. “But it cost Anastasiya her life”. And so, the story unfolded. Battalion petite HQ was a commandeered religious school – a deliberate provocation, of course – shaved and Dmitri was taking a rare break to drink tea and listen to a concert on the short-wave radio when the door was flung open. Captain Yakov and Captain Berzin strode into the room with two of their interior ministry gunmen and a hooded female prisoner, anonymous under a cover of army blankets. Dmitri sprang to his feet and saluted. “At ease, sergeant”. Yakov acknowledged him with a perfunctory flick of his wrist. “My apologies for disturbing your rest period, but we shall need your expertise Hardcore in the cellar”. He turned to his goons. “Take the bitch downstairs and chain her to the wall. I sent the girls back to their parents and put Max on alert. She went to the window, but there was nothing there. I took her to show Hardcore it to my daddy and he said that if I still wanted it done in a couple of weeks then I could have it done.” “I don't say it often, but when it's the right word, I use it. "It's not going to change what's going to happen, though. The spent cock then left Jessi’s mouth when another was in front of her. She nudged my clit. Tuesday 9 pm I replied. Tomoko nodded 'I want a little yel-' eyes widened again 'uh, uh, uh, a Japanese cock- husband!' she shifted in her seat, embarrassed and looked down so no one at all saw the smiling face behind the camera. Rekha was lost in her own world. Madison knew Ashley wanted a juicy dare to start things off. “Okay, you’re on the clock. It would be the trifecta of erotic kisses. And he liked it. I was taken aback, but my member was rampant and I could no more resist than fly to the moon. I got a hard-on. I could feel my legs and feet flying around as he kept up his pace. You might just be counseling before the day is done.” Her pussy was relegated to a large stretched cavity, glistening from the wetness of her orgasm. The twins had done her makeup and helped her dress similar to petite themselves but the effect was that she had gone from cute and adorable to simply stunning. If she asks, I’ll jump at the opportunity, but until then, never again. “Now we see why the instructions said no panties.” From some hidden pocket, Derek drew out a condom and in seconds he was sheathed. Each loop circled unto themselves and was secured by the connecting pins. It was one of those amateur big elevators, big enough to take a hospital bed; and as we went in I looked ahead of me and saw tight that the walls of the interior were covered in mirrors. His attempt to hide by looking at the top of my head was evident. Boy George was her next thought. “So's this,” the pregnant beauty queen purred and grabbed my girl-dick. Only Marie knew, gave Lisa shaved a knowing smile when she seen her.