She felt his thick shaft rubbing against her obscenely swollen clitoris and knew she didn't have long before she reached her own climax.Chris was scre...ing up his face with intense concentration as he tried to control the unfamiliar organ that pulsed between his legs. Rachel wasn't making it easy for him as she grabbed both his hands and moved them to her boobs, forcing him to rub her swollen, saggy orbs and now rock hard nipples. Her big brown buds were so sensitive, and as he rubbed them. ‘Shall we?’ Greyson nods and they exit the vehicle. He looks over the hood and says to her, ‘Don’t forget to lock up.’ Cassidy laughs briefly. ‘Yes dear.’ They rush over to the mouth of the alley and take one quick look around the crowded street before peering down the darkened alley. The path is littered with dumpsters and trash cans reminding Cassidy of the many alleys in her home town Detroit. The two agents slip into the shadows passing from barricade to barricade and shadow to shadow and. Kiss the head. Show me you're worthy. Show me how much you want to suck this cock boy."Randy leaned in and placed his lips on Mark's cock. His lips enveloping the head and holding there as if waiting for Mark's permission to continue. I couldn't believe Randy was now totally resigned to his role, showing no hesitation as he took on his next cock."Good boy. Go ahead and suck it. Suck my cock. Show me what a good cock sucker you've become," Mark chanted as Randy now stroked Mark's cock and moved. “Louis, President Bisset, do the names Fatin Bashir or Butros Tayfur mean anything to either of you?’’ I asked.“No, should they?” Louis asked as President Bisset was shaking his head.This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.“Fatin Bashir is the brother of Major General Adeem Mohamed Bashir who was promoted to commander of the Iranian Republican Guard intelligence unit after I killed General Kedar. The Iranian Republican Guard intelligence unit controls all of the terrorist cells.