" I am sure you have a reasonable explanation so I can release you; no ? Tell me.................." The Comandante leaned in closer to the girl's face, his eyebrows arched wantonly. His breath mingled with his captives. His hairy hands settled, one upon each of her thighs; they rested on the cotton material of her skirt, through which he felt the warmth of her flesh. His thumbs began to work the hem upward and his eyes fell from a lock with hers down her body, to her glorious breasts.

"Hm? an explanatioin Miss?" He smiled braodly knowing that he would soon be working, pinching, abusing those jutting nipples regardless of her responses, but it was arousing for him to interrogate her, to flaunt his power over her.

"Do you have any explanation? Hm?" He had worked the hem of her skirt up her thighs and now his palms rested on her bare skin. The thumbs still working circled and inched their way up the soft moist skin of her inner thighs.

Suddenly he rammed his right hand up into her pantied cunt. He placed a knuckle on one side of her labia and his thumb on the other. He pinched them together and felt the thickness of her clit between her outer lips. Then he pinched hard with each syllable that he uttered. "Do-you-have-a-ny-ex-la-na-tion? Hm?" His free hand went to her chin and cupped it, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Hm?"