"He turned to face me. His face was glacial, cruel, beautiful, and marred by a jagged scar down his right cheek. Grey eyes transfixed me. "Who are you..." He asked."I'm.... an operative." "Ah, you are The Operative if I'm not mistaken. I like you, am a specialist. You may call me The Specialist."We sized each other up a moment, his eyes crawling over my hips, lips, tits and ass. Even the dowdy clothing I'd stolen in my incredible figure was obvious. In turn, I looked over his Adonis body, lean. It’s usually when the guy is horny.” “I still don’t understand. Can you show me?” “I bet if I said no you would say you wouldn’t tell anyone and give me the puppy dog face.” I said with a giggle. “So might as well just show you.” I pulled down my pants a second time for her and my cock sprang right out. I started stroking it and said “When a guy strokes his penis like this it’s called masturbation.” I finished stroking and started to pull up my pants when I was stopped by Michelle. “What did. He was almost certain the neighbours would hear. As she fell back into the lounger, his mother wrapped her strong legs around his head and squeezed, pushing his face hard into her vulva. Her legs began to spasm, a small orgasm taking her. He responded in kind by flickering his tongue more rapidly, and running his hands up the outsides of her thighs. He marvelled in their firmness, and was seduced by how soft they were to his touch. They were both on fire, her from the masterful tongue lashing. You would have no cause for concern as all they would have here would be clubs!" I said with a smile.The Chief thought for a moment and then began to smile as well. "Well we have plenty of fools with clubs, what's a few more!" He said.I shook my head, although I was smiling, "Careful Chief, those are my men you're calling fools! So you'll allow the weapons to be handed out?" I askedHe nodded, still with a grin on his face, "That would be okay ... but as the Ambassador you could have just armed.