To control myself, I was firmly pushing its length against the side of the desk, trying to keep it from splitting my trousers. Still moaning, she clut...hed at my hair with one hand, pulling me face down even further into her womanhood, my tongue flitting in and out, as if a hummingbird flitting in and out of the flower patch, savoring the sweet honey of the flowers. With her other hand, she made quick work of my belt and zipper, and my pants dropped to the floor next to her panties. She gasped. They looked like voodoo dolls or some other crazy religious symbolism either side of a wicker throne.He signalled the guards who moved her towards the chair. The reported gave a yelp as one guard pulled her dress over her shoulders the fabric falling around her cute ankles. The other took both his hands and snapped her Bra tie then ripped the white under garment of her body. She stood there in a thong, heels and no bra her hands now over her 34B chest.The group admired her figure. She was small. You haven't, nor if I know you, ever violated the Geneva Convention. Considering what I heard of those men's condition, I wonder if it even applies here. I agree with you, Charlie don't go by it but we have to. Sarge, you have two months on this tour, and I am supposed to dock you thirty days pay, but I lost the paperwork somewhere. I will tell you that if you go home you won't be allowed to come back here for a third tour, but if you sign the paperwork now for another tour, I will backdate it. There was enough here to take on one of the smaller countries or successfully launch a coup in this country.I wanted to clean this mess up. The problem was with Estevez Eduardo Braga. He was the real owner of the farm and probably the one that bought the stolen goods. The girls were quickly located. I left a dozen probes to monitor the farm with Pat'uch's help. The girl that Sandra was looking for was not here.Braga lived in Curitiba, so I flew there immediately. Sandra had not found her quarry.