Interrogation of Sofia
The interrogator's name was Max, and he was naked too. He circled the table like a predator intently watching his prey. His hand reached out, fondling Sofia's left breast. Sofia went very still, her eyes meeting his. "Please, Sir…let me go. You can't keep me here." Max's smile was like a dark promise. He leaned over, flicking his tongue across her other nipple. Meanwhile his hand skimmed down her flat belly to the apex of her thighs. He began gently stroking her sex as he suckled...