He then moved the underwear to the ass crack and massaged my bum. The other guy was doing my hands at that time. The other guy was doing my bums, then...started touching my ass crack while massaging. Then he moved his hand to my hard cock and massaged it quickly.I was completely in heaven and started moaning. The clean-shaven guy then moved to the head side and asked me how I was feeling. I replied I’m already in heaven. He laughed and said- we have just begun. I didn’t understand what he was. Why did she always feel so nervous whenever Matt was around? He gave a short laugh. ‘Yep, like weeds.’ His eyes softened. ‘You look like you could use a break. Cup of tea?’ ‘Well.’ She sighed, turning to regard the last dozen or so boxes still to be unpacked, now neatly stacked against the far wall. ‘I ought to keep going. There’s still so much to do. We’ve been at this for two days and we’ve only cleared two rooms.’ ‘The two worst rooms,’ he said reassuringly, extending his arm towards her.. All was well in my little kingdom, until FBI agent Lisa Bronson came knocking on my door. Apparently, she wanted me to help protect an old college friend of hers. Governor Baxter. The first black man to become Governor of the great state of Vermont. How could I say no? I have always sympathized with the struggle of people seeking a better life in an often unjust world. I don’t think anyone should be denied equal rights whether they’re male or female, black or white, straight or gay. I knew the. Reynolds, this is your Major, I've been fucking detained in Moscow as a terrorist. So where the hell are you? And don't you dare pull that bad phone connection crap on me again!"I took a deep breath and replied, "Sir! I'm here with Banzai making sure he recovers."The Major ordered, "Well you'd better do something to get me the hell out of this prison."I questioned, "Did you call the Embassy yet?"He yelled, "Fuck no! I didn't have their God damn phone number and the bastards here wouldn't let me.