I think we all need to get some breakfast now...even if some of us already had some.” She focused me. “Darling, do me a favor and put it into some...bowl for later.”I certainly obeyed. “I have one of these blue ones in my suit case.” Kayko said and jumped onto her feet. Accidently I think she stepped into a smaller piece of shit as she did so. “Damn it.” “Don’t worry; we were supposed to have breakfast anyway.” Mum smiled at her. So Kayko took of those high heels and walked barefoot. She threw. Then again she knelt with her legs under my arms and ‘queened’ me with an already squishy, juicy cunt as she carried on her sword swallowing act.Heaven! I adore the taste and aroma from a puss that’s telling me it’s ready for the next stage. This time she wanted to be on top. I wasn’t about to complain about what is my favourite position to fuck. Obligingly he stood straight, proud and willing and all Mandy did was to slowly drop down until the crown was at her lips. She lowered a tiny bit more. I may well invent much of this girl’s story, but the lie can only go so deep, thus there must be truth surrounding it. I dismiss all the files and force my team to look for another candidate. A few weeks pass and little joy, but a few more day’s pass and someone on my team hands me a news article. The article is about a Bedouin Arab Sunni Muslim girl, who has been serving in the Israeli Border guards, I read through the interview and she describes her life in a Bedouin town in northern Israel,. Being frustrated since I woke up, seeing her basically naked all morning while watching every fucking guy fantasize about her, and me not able to do shit about it has me eager as fuck. I want to touch her, I want her to touch me, I want to mark my territory on or in her as fast as possible. Because in this way, she is mine. I get the door open and we throw all of our shit on the floor. Chanel inhales deeply through her nose and finds a death grip on my hair when my lips touch hers. I hold her.