I say face but it was not until the end of the meeting that I saw anything but the back of her head and a mane of wonderfully luxuriant black hair. I ...athered her name was Tilda something but that was all I knew. Lewis declared the meeting at an end and suggested we revert to the bar to freshen our glasses. I was ready for this and slipped out of the room and down to the bar, chatting to a few old friends. We ordered drinks – a large gin and tonic for me, and nattered for a while. Jimmy came. Apparently they'll do anything they have to to protect their secrecy." Well, I suggest you be very careful. They'll be after you next." I will. Luckily my brother is friends with the builder of the stuff that they want. I've my options."I ended the call and looked at the recruiter.He looked worried. "Options?" Yes." I didn't say anything else about it."Ok. We'll get back to that. Tell me what happened on the shooting range that day." That's easy. A General was practicing. A reporter was doing. “Bend over! It’s my turn to lick you out. I want to taste your pussy juice.” I told her.She replied in a school girl voice, “Yes Sir. I promise next time I won’t be bad. I’ll take whatever punishment you want to deal out.”I get down on my knees and she braces herself on the desk. Within seconds I buried my face deep into her tight little flower. I licked away at her sex. Not a single drop of her nectar was wasted. She ‘ooooo’s’ and ‘aaaaa’s’ with such enjoyment. I decide to slip two. She savored the conflicting sensations of her pussy contracting, and trying to expel my hot meat from deep inside her, and at the same instant, the sensation of having her pussy forcefully pried open, and pounded savagely. The extreme contrast of sensations between her legs mirrored what she felt for me. My cock twitched and my balls tightened. I felt the pressure of my cum that had travelled to the base of my cock. The buildup of that sweet, aching sensation was a dam ready to be crashed.