Napoleon kept telling me how good it felt having me on his dick. Both of us were getting warm and submerged in our moment.“Liking it, baby?” I ask...d him at one point.“Having the time of my life, Guy,” he softly replied as I went back to slowly sucking him.Finally, he tapped me on the shoulder and said, “It’s time, stud.”I looked up at him. His face and neck were almost scarlet. I asked him, “Are you gonna blow?”Napoleon shook his head and said, “Not yet, you motherfucker. But I need to take a. ”I obeyed and arrived washed and packed, head still pounding, in the lobby of the Four Seasons at 10 minutes to two. The man in the suit greeted me – no luggage. We walked to the curb and got into a limousine, which took us to the Narita airport and then to a private runway. Then to a private jet, painted solid black and shined to a high gloss. He offered me a whiskey. I said I’d have water, and he laughed.“So you need a day off from whiskey, huh?” he said laughing. “What about from Asian. You have fine clothes, a lavishproperty and a steady income that means you'll want for little. We lookafter our agents, sweet Felice." Kurgus stood with his arms folded ashe watched me explore the adjoining rooms."And I am grateful for all this, Kurgus. Very grateful." I knew ofcourse that the unspoken alternative was a steel collar and chains, notto mention a slave brand. I thought back to the frightened face of MissElizabeth Bentley as she stared back at me from the confines of hertransport. ” Carly giving an alternative.“Fair enough. It beats reading.” Sam not arguing the point.Sam moves herself closer to Carly and sits in a criss-cross applesauce position. She grabs Carly’s right foot, propping it up and begins to go to work. Pressing hard with her thumbs to the back arch, Carly begins slowly showing relief in her expression. Sam continues rubbing her hands over Carly’s white pink-star socks. Squeezing with the softest finesse, she soon puts Carly to sleep once after switching.