"Get our guest chocolate milk ! And lots of water. Yes, ice water; we don't want her to become dehydated." The two guards left. Carlos had cut the duct tape on Elizabeth's ankles and taken off the handcuffs.

Elizabeth clenched her legs together and massaged her sore wrists. She looked up at me seductively and smiled. "Thank you", she almost whispered. 'She is bi-sexual. ', I thought to muyself. Then, I became aroused at the thought. My penis swelled. Rape had excited me, but the thoughts of her humiliating herself by servicing me voluntarily was even more exciting...............crawling to me mouth open ..................bending, spreading, waiting. I anticipated hours of pleasure after the foreplay of the interrogation room.

Quickly, not completely uncovering herself, Elizabeth lifted and examined her torn dress. " My bra and panties ?" she asked.

"They are beyond salvage: the men were overly enthusiastic when the stripped you." I laughed. She lowered her eyes demurily, blushing as she remembered. Maybe it was being stripped or maybe being fondled. " Your dress will have to do for now."

Then, quickly, she got up, half turned away from me, and discreetly step into the tattered dress. She shipped it up over her shoulders and buttoned the one remaing button. The front gaped givig enticing voiews of her breasts. One sleeve was torn so it fell off her shoulder. In ways she was more exciting standing like this than naked. She sat again and waited.

A female guard entered the room and handed met a note. "Diana Perdue has been apprehended and is in custody. She should arrive in half an hour." I handed the note to Carlos who smiled back at me. "Another very very busy night Sir."