I drove like a man possessed, but Jesus ... that cab driver must have driven like he was in a bleeding Grand Prix or something. I just couldn’t get ...y head around it! London taxi’s, just don’t go that fast!I spent the next few hours touring all the pubs and clubs in town looking for Katie. But neither I, nor any of the friends - who I roped in to help as I went, when I ran into them - came across Katie or Christine. Around eleven-ish when the pubs closed, I gave up and made my way home.To be. The Secretary had just arrived back from a firsthand examination of conditions in the tsunami affected areas. We hadn’t met until that moment, and he made a show of warmly bringing me onto to his team.When I stepped into our conference suite and discovered the Secretary, I shot a questioning glance at Honore. She grimaced like she knew it was a breach of protocol to catch me off guard in such a manner, but something in her gaze caused me to think she had no more idea he was coming than I. Between spasms, she was gripped by violent tremors that blocked her attempts to gulp air into her tortured lungs.In the end, the wild chaos of sensation subsided and her twisted body began to go limp. Quiet sobs of exhaustion were punctuated by gasps that shook her, but her muscles seemed to turn watery and she huddled in helpless, inert satiation. Soldier seemed to have resigned himself to being locked to her.He bent from time to time to lick her back but showed no inclination to rise to his. He hadn’t even got his breath back yet. “They say if you don’t fight it doesn’t hurt so much. But I want you to fight it, bitch.”I pressed the head of my cock between his tight cheeks. He managed to catch his breath long enough to say “Please don’t” and it was like a green light – I jacked my hips forward and plunged halfway deep into his ass.It was like an electric current hit his body. His spine twisted, he pulled against the zip tie and made a high pitched keening sound. He was radiating.