There it was, she had lost it, the chance of his kiss. But looking up into his face, she realised that it was not her he was angry with. He had turned...those slanted grey eyes onto her with an expression which she had not expected of him. A patient warmth made his grey eyes soft although his mouth remained in a thin line. She lifted her head to look up at the yellow leaves dancing in a breeze above her head. ‘My … my dear,’ she said. His eyes widened to hear those soft Iarvian tones, the voice. "You like what you see, Barb? Is your husband dick that big, Barb?" Oh yes, I like what I see, and, no my husband's ding dong is not half as big as yours, Marcus. Oh my God!" She moaned. It was if the sight of his coal black meat set my wife into orbit. She began to talk with words I would never conceive that she would speak. "God your you've got a big dick! I cannot believe dicks are that big." She was still playing with her pussy with one hand!! "When I first saw your big black dick. ” Reaching out to his side, he pressed a button on the armrest of his throne, and a second image appeared, showing a man with pointed ears. “This is your target. Further information has been included in your mission debrief. You are to execute mission classification two-one-seven.”The recording ended as abruptly as it had started, and although this was not a live feed, the assassin replied by rote in an almost indecipherable murmur, “Hai, Idaina-sha.”Reaching for a tiny data-jack port on the. Repeated strokes, quickly and lightly at first, then slower and heavier. She began to use her free hand again, too, alternating strokes of her tongue with strokes of her hand, beginning a hand stroke as her tongue reached the bottom of the shaft, then replacing the tongue as the hand finished its journey down the now throbbing member, so that there was continuous stimulation. Now she used both hands, long, deliberate strokes down the penis, beginning with the right hand as the left one.