After a brief amount of time, curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over my shoulder to see who this new visitor was. It turned out to be black...gentleman, somewhere in his 40's I guess, with a decent body from what I could see. He must have been watching me because as soon as I turned around to look at him, he spread his legs wider and pulled up the towel he had wrapped around his waist showing his currently flacid cock. Not needing another invitation, I turned completely around, got up. I was still tired. It was too painful to move.I woke up. Eleven in the afternoon. I was getting worse. I was getting thirsty. I had to use the bathroom. I could barely move.Someone was knocking on my front door. I could hear the faint pounds downstairs through my closed bedroom door. They were loud; maybe it was Camryn coming over to see if I was mad. I tried yelling.“Help,” a weak cry was all that came out. Did I lose my voice? What was happening to me?The knocking stopped. I laid. ..Get behind me. Fuck me from behind," she panted.Sliding off the table to the floor, she composed herself. Then licking her hand, she rubbed her pussy, and turned over on all fours. "Fuck me. Fuck me like a dog. I need to cum some more."I got behind her and smacked her ass on both sides, leaving stinging red prints. She reached back between her legs and took my dick, guiding it to her hole. She lost her breath as I pressed back inside her. The sopping sounds of her pussy begged me to go. “I’d like to return to the domestic counter-terrorism section,” Mike said.Knowing that Mike had basically dismantled the remaining terror leadership in the United States, James seriously considered the request. The problem was that there wasn’t much left for Mike to do there.Shaking his head, James asked, “Your teams are doing a great job. I’d love to have your guidance as we move closer to the primary source of terrorism.”“You can get along without me. There are others who are just as good as.