My hands dropped to my sides, waiting. They were all leaning forward. You stepped closer, standing directly behind me, but I knew they couldn't see yo... in the shadows. All they could see was me."Pull it open, honey," you whispered. "Let them see that pretty bra. You look gorgeous like this, half dressed in that light, with the sun glinting off that beautiful skin. Let them see more of you."I was almost hypnotized by the calm, cool authority in your tone. You knew what you wanted, always, and. You just drained my balls." I replied."Ok, but you need to play with my asshole till you are ready to do me. You are going to fillmy ass with that beautiful cock of yours. And I want it as deep as you can bury it in me. The deep the better. Then fill me with your hot cum." Mom was telling me as she turned her ass towards me."Ok, i will fuck you deep and hard but I don't think my cum load will be very big unlessyou give me a few days of not fucking me." I replied."Ok, I will agree to not fuck. I couldn't believe it. Her fists were clenched and her body bowed in the middle as she strained to push her hips forward. My breath caught in my chest as I watched her watching Chantelle. Her eyes were ablaze with... something. Passion? No. Excitement? Maybe. Need? It couldn't be. But that's what seemed to fit best. Need. The 'swish swish swish' of the flogger became punctuated by a 'snick' sound as Chantelle made contact with Josephine's mid-section. By my reckoning, it was a few inches above. Even though he was suspected of being CIA, there was no proof that he was. He spoke other languages too. He spoke Urdu, Punjabi, Pashto, Sindhi, and Balochi, as if he was born there. Having an ear for languages, when in Iraq, he also spoke Kurdish and Arabic, and Pashto, and Dari when in Afghanistan. With him having the intelligence, the will, and the Navy Seal training behind him, he was a one-man spy network. He had no shortage of espionage equipment given him by the CIA. With his.