“What does he want me to say?” She thought her head swimming. She didn’t want her husband to be one more of them. He then stroked along her arm Zoë feeling repulsed but frozen in disbelief. He had betrayed many of his old colleagues for the sake of the glorious uprising, and now high on fear and adrenaline he wanted to take whatever opportunity arose in this bedlam. The pass port control continued its shambolic attempt at security and visa examination acting oblivious to the worried passengers and the flurry of armed soldiers racing to and thro. Slap! The man looked at her. She surmised. Zoë thought she miss heard, “I don’t…”
He repeated, enunciating clearly. Snap! She gave grunts of embarrassment as they laid her on to her back along the wooden table. The officer slammed their passports on the desk and without permission hammered two exit visas on them. He pressed his finger onto her bud rubbing vigorously his other hand bent underneath slipping two long fingers up into her pussy bending them so they pressed on the roof of her pussy wall
“I’ll make you come now
