Can one know the shape of a smile by tracing lips with a pinky? It seems so. Can one sense the anticipation in their partner by the subtle muscles s...raining under the skin? Oh, yes. When a finger moving across lips is met by a gentle kiss and quick caress of the tongue, unmistakable signals are shared. Mutual smiles are obvious as if the room was lit by the sun – there is no doubt this will be fun. An arm snakes around a lower back and gathers the other body closer. Is the skin this. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t supposed to hear or see that for another two months.”“I know. But we had no idea you’d choose this place to live. We have a local leader of al-Qaeda we want to kill and we believe you can poison him because he comes every Tuesday.”“You mean that Imam?”“Yes. Slip this into his coffee and when he begins to choke walk casually out of the back door. You’ll have to rendezvous with a green motorcycle a kilometer away.”“Hand me the vial. How do you propose to get out of here. I got down on my knees and drove my tongue deep into her sweet pussy. I started licking and finger fucking her soaked pussy. I heard my radio call my name again. I told her I would be back as soon as I could. I thought I would be back a lot sooner than I did. I got a call from the manager. He told me to go to her room and make sure everything was fixed. I returned to the room. The door stood ajar as I knocked. I heard her say come in. I saw her nude on the bed. I walked to the bed. She told me. She let her other hand slide down Cynthia’s back, down over her ass until she found the engorged vulva that had been the topic of their conversation. Lightly stroking and teasing it she continued… “This pretty pussy love? Is this the pussy that is aching?” Cynthia found herself trembling at the touch, not caring at all that others were watching her in a state of heat having her sex teased. “Yes Mistress, please don’t stop – I need to come so badly”. She could not believe that she was hearing.