As I was saying, I have to leave now anyway. I have that flight to Houston to catch early tomorrow morning. Shawna looked at him, blankly, he thought,...probably trying to remember if he'd really told her about the early flight, or that he had to go. That's great, said Wendy, thanks a lot John, I'll go and get her. And she rushed off. And returned. Are you still driving the Pilot? Sure. How could she remember these things? She rushed off again. He found his key fob and started the car. These. Inside was a great breakfast buffet including American items except grits.The King noticed my look over the buffet and smiled. “Sorry, Jar. No grits. That’s a southern art that my cooking staff may never be able to master.”I chuckled. “Sire, even many southerners don’t master that particular art.”We piled our plates high with good looking food and sat down together. The King and one of his guards sat across from us. We held hands and blessed the meal quietly.We raised our heads and took for. But Virat pushed my head, and his whole dick was in. He wrapped my hair around his arms tightly and started moving my head on his dick. In between this, he sometimes shoved his whole length and kept it there. I gagged over it.This went for more than 10 minutes. Now his dick was glistening with my saliva. He finally let go of my hair and told me to stand up. I stood up, and he guided me to bend over the chair in which Reesh was tied up.My face now a couple of inches away from his face. My boobs. Nada felt the perpetual anger that seethed in her from erupting, from snatching the AK-47 she procured yesterday and marching in to slaughter everyone. No, no. That would not work. She did not spend the last two years with her savior, learning how to infiltrate and exfiltrate just to do an execution like a thug with a street sweeper. Taking deep breaths, Nada reined her anger in, kept her rage in check. Nada compartmentalized in her head through the two years she spent recuperating and learning.