It was some times later that I heard Mr. g. rise and come inside, after awhile the door to our room opened and closed, I thought it was nice for Mr. G... to look in on us and make sure we were covered. I quickly realized that Mr. g. had not left the room and was moving silently to the bed I was in, I dared not make a sound or move as I had no ideal what was to come. Mr. G. slid into bed next to me and cradled me in his arms, it was then I found out that Mr. G. was naked. His huge old penis. I have to do all the normal things; I can only wear protective gear when it's needed, and you know spoccer doesn't have much in the way of protective gear anyway. And besides, the Program is something I want to support. And yes, we should still go to the con." You WANT to do this!?!" Poor Botilda seemed more freaked out by this than I was, and I felt sorry for her when it was her turn. And odds are it will be, eventually."No, 'Tilda, I don't want to," I assured her. "I keep having to tell my. He avoided her clit, but circled around it, being sure she knew he was avoiding it purposely. She squirmed and tried to press her hips to lead his fingers to that throbbing bead, but he slipped two fingers inside of her silky opening instead.Her mouth opened and she let out a cry as he pumped two fingers in and out of her, her wetness coating his knuckles and dripping onto the sheets below her. Ah, now, she had started to beg. A smile tugged at his mouth as an idea struck him. You can cum, he. The two men she could see didn’t look like tourists, for that matter. And she could see no registration numbers on the boat, no flag of nationality was flown, and that in and of itself was cause for alarm. They were either smugglers or spooks. The former would be of no interest to her, the latter of immediate concern as she thought she knew all of the local Intel weenies, and these two did not come to mind. So, she deduced, the Syrians were here. Now, who was the American? With one threat.