She really enjoyed this it seemed because she mashed her twat on my face and began to moan. When she did I rubbed her g spot with my tongue again. Let...me tell you, having someone scream on your dick after you have just cum walks a fine line between pleasure and pain!She finally released me and turned around, falling limply on my chest and kissing me tenderly. "Thank you", she said. "That was amazing! I must be getting better at that. I made you cum that time. I was afraid I was doing it wrong.". It was just after eleven o'clock local time when the Ambassador decided that they were probably there to arrest Berkowitz if he stepped outside the Embassy. She consulted the State Department in Washington, and they referred her to the Pentagon. The Pentagon knew all about the previous evening's little flurry, because the President had spoken to them earlier, but they referred the Ambassador to the White House. Sharon Klein was worried when the President ordered that Master Gunnery Sergeant. As Jimmy the bartender poured me my regular drink, I sat back and listened to the music. Sipping my medicine, I looked around the room. It was extra packed for to be a Thursday night. I could feel eyes covering me from head to toe. Married men, scared to holla because of their wives presence. The punks sitting in the corner like little bitches. The players wondering if they could handle me, or if I would even deal with them. My favorite cats, the suit and tie guys who sported hard woody's in. The ally-way was perfect cover for these two to indulge and release their high sexual tension, or so they thought. Perhaps they didn’t care for their environment, certainly not a romantic spot they had chosen, more a lazy rushed attempt to find cover, if you could call it that with me perving on their dirty moment. A sudden rush for the need of sex and desire seemed to embody them both, as if there was no tomorrow, perhaps they had just met and may never again see each other after this.