His crisp and clean uniform was out of place in a situation like this. His nose he kept elevated either to show his disdain for the surroundings or to...keep his senses further from the smell of corruption and death about him."Who might you be?" I asked in a voice that was clear and strong. This surprised even me."Lieutenant Webber of the Queens Own Rifles. Where is your family boy?" Just east of here about a quarter of a mile." Get in. I will give you a ride in a real military vehicle," as if. But then he hatched upon another brilliant scheme. There was an Arabik Mushhead radical named Osama bin Fucken, who headed a loose terrorist network, named All Cornhole. There was a rich network of contacts between Drubya’s family and bin Fucken’s family. In fact, bin Fucken had originally been supplied and built up by the AmeriKKKan government before later turning on them. ‘I’ll let bin Fucken get away with a major terrorist attack on this country, and then use that as an excuse to go to war. The elevator dinged and he stepped out, impatiently waiting for me to follow, I stepped out wobbly, readjusting my dress. He smiled at his handiwork, seeing my frustration at not being allowed to come. I opened the door, and led him into my costly apartment, he barely let me close the door and turn on the light before he grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. He started kissing me roughly, pausing only to take of my dress. He smirked at my black lacy bra and matching panties. I looked. I stop and he tells asks me to keeps stroking him as he's stroking me with the fleshlight. He turns as I'm stroking him and his cock is even closer to me than before and he asks if I would spit on his cock for lubrication so it'd feel better. I lean over and spit on his cock as I'm stroking it and he said that it felt better and to do it again. I bend over again to spit on it and he thrust forward as I'm bending over and his cock goes just past my lips. He holds it there and I'm frozen from the.