”I told him my plans. I told him that he needed to plant a camera right above the mirror in one of his rooms. The camera should not be visible. He s...id he could do that.I then told him that he just has to broadcast the video to the hangout group that I would make with those guys. He had a smile on his face as a bulge grew in his pants.I looked at his face and understood what he wanted. I said, “Don’t worry, you will get the first fuck after me.” He immediately laughed and said okay to the. Once the door was opened he rushed in, shutting the door behind him, looking scared and breathing hard. His gaze darted from Michael to me, then he inspected the bathroom, looked under the beds, behind the curtains before coming to rest on my bed. His hands trembled as he removed a long heavy package from his sling bag. Ghammal is a small bald middle-aged Egyptian with a thin mustache. “Thank be to Allah, you’re here, Christine.” He pushed the packet into my hands. “Hide this, please.” He got. Now Burt,s cock was much larger than my average seven inches and where I,m not very thick and circumcised his even at age fifteen was almost ten inches(he measured it) long and thicker and also uncut and when I ran my tongue over the bulbous head once the helmet was pulled back he had a musky taste though not an unpleasant one which I at first thought he might have. Burt had already told me to taste my own semen as he had to settle my argument if what semen tasted like and the answer was a. . Some limped, some lamented on the floor.** Nya? ... Hmm ... Soldiers, although I do not recognize that type of armor or emblem ... Well, I think I can give a little help, not that there is much to do here ... ** smiling for himself the trap cat approached the soldiers, some of them, however, reacted defensively when they saw that a beautiful cat girl in unusual clothes for that place came to them."Who are you ?!" the nearest, a man in his early thirties and with several scars on his face.