The plan for the next twenty-four hours was something he had come up with years before in its base form and had been modified and re-modified dozens o... times since. It was now time to see if it was going to work. He instructed the combat computer to patch him in with Lieutenant Warren Whiting's security detail. The computer complied, taking less than a second to do so."Warren here, General," he said, his voice calm and professional."It looks like they're on their way, Mike," Jackson told him.. The head of the cock was engulfed with no resistance at all. She was surprised thinking this was so easy. She had him. It felt so darn good. She pressed down on him for more. Then she felt the stinging pain. "Ouch!" It hurt, a lot, but it still felt good. Rick was not moving. Smart enough to let her control it. She pressed again, another "Ouch!!" That was really sharp. But it still felt terrific. Then with one more press, maybe half of his cock slid up into her. No pain that. She continues to suck me and I take the back of her head, both hands on each side and I guide her head up and down my cock using her mouth like I enjoy fucking her she relaxes and allows me to guide her, occasionally pausing her mouth at the base of my cock and then holding her head tightly pushing my cock just a little more with the force of my hips moving to penetrate her mouth deeper. This once again sets her off and I hold her head with my hands about halfway up my shaft, my legs closing. ’s assistant walked-in — but turned away, too late. I watched him stagger back, watched as he flashed hash all over the hallway, within seconds the poor guy fled to the safety of the elevator, retching as he went. ‘Fuck a duck,’ Mary Jo said quietly. ‘I don’t think so, Ma’am,’ I said in my best Joe Friday. ‘No duck did this.’ The guy was sprawled out on the living room floor, the worn green carpet under him had been unable to absorb all the blood there, and vast pools of it had already.