..I was fortunate that I never really saw anything too terrible, I only used a weapon against another person once, protecting a member of an African r...yal family, I can't specify which country.After two tours id had enough, being a glorified body guard and wanted to do something else.When I got back to England there wasn't a lot of work for people with my skill sets, I ended up as the head of security at a london night club and personal security to a high roller in London, he was from Russia,. I didn’t wash my face either. Still, some of his cum was in my face. I took one good selfie of my face covered in cum and uploaded it on Instagram.Just after the upload, I received a comment, “Looking good, Saba,” from Rocky. Rocky, my husband’s friend who I met today at the beach, found my profile and he liked all my pics. He sent a personal message. My heartbeat started racing.I replied, “Hi!”“All your pics are damn hot.”“Thanks,” I replied.“Especially that last pic.”“That’s too much, isn’t. “Mistress, fuck me harder, I love a prick in me snatch. I’m going to explode, don’t stop now, mistress.” I needed only a few minutes until she screamed, coming so powerfully I had a hard time keeping her on the sofa. When her eyes began to clear, I pressed her belly against the sofa and thrust the phallus back into her. She moaned and rubbed her clitoris against the sofa arm. I ordered her to continue telling me what the stableman had done to her and when she would not I smacked her sharply on. He wrapped his fist in my hair, holding my head back, and then bit my neck, moaning. The pressure of his teeth on my neck tipped me over the edge and I cried out as I came, the spasms of my orgasm lost amongst his relentless pounding. I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him to use me until I couldn’t move. My aftershocks went on forever and my legs felt weak, my whole body shook in his arms. I felt him tense and clamped down as hard as I could, finding the strength and the will from somewhere.