The man looked up and down the queue. These fucking westerners were running like rats. So typical! His orders had been to seize the airport. No more n... less; but the civilian clothed man next to him had suggested that chaos and mob rule does not come around every day. The smaller man was a secret police traitor. He had betrayed many of his old colleagues for the sake of the glorious uprising, and now high on fear and adrenaline he wanted to take whatever opportunity arose in this. By eight, he and I had each sunk three or four tins of beer each while Sarah had sunk over a third of the vodka. All was very relaxed and mellow, with much laughter and joking. The conversation, as it always did, had started mildly, got rather smutty and ended up becoming loaded with double meanings. Sarah was always very relaxed with Bob and was, as usual, flirting outrageously with him - more so that night because of the drink. He was responding in kind and the banter had got smuttier and. My right hand slides down your body and pulls the body suit between your warm, wet aroused pussy lips. My left hand softly massaging your left breast as my hips softly thrust and grind into your cushioned ass. I rub my fingers softly against your covered clit, making you moan softly a bit. You place your hands on the wall in front of you and push your ass into my hips and grind into me, making me tight and wet. You move my hands away from your body, I take a step back and you whisper in my ear. He finger-fucked my arse as I shot my morning load into his eager mouth. He sat up and smiled, "time for breakfast", he said. Standing up he took the empty mugs and left my room. I was a little shocked, not just at the anal play but also that he seemed uninterested in my helping him to satisfaction. Anyway, with a smile on my face I had a quick shower, put on a t-shirt and shorts and went down stairs to the wonderful smell of cooking bacon and fresh brewing coffee.There was no mention of the.