She could have him all to herself.Little Fox's yawn was a signal for the military officers to end the meeting in the Oval Office. The brand new weapon...the Pentagon had turned out to be a dud. Project E was still priority. Project W needed a lot more work. Maybe ten years down the road they'd have a significant breakthrough on controlling the weather.General Wyatt Mayer was head of this endeavor. If the conditions were perfect, the United States could use weather as a weapon. But one could not. The eighteen-year-old showed her trademark sweet-faced pout and poise when they chatted in one of the village’s saunas, but once they were shut up in his room, with only our spycams as witness, that cutesy media image turned to febrile astonishment at her wooer’s filthy prowess. The Frenchman shed his suave persona with his clothes and showed the steel that lay beneath. All of it. What could the curvy teen hard-body do but strip for him on demand, expose her sweet body to his lascivious gaze. "Work needs me back. Right now."I smile and try to hide my disappointment, knowing I at least had mission 3 later. I walk him to the door as he apologizes repeatedly and I reassure him. I give him a final kiss and a quick flash to send him on his way.A few hours pass and I feel my hunger aching inside me, needing to be fed.That's when I hear my phone go off. It's mission 3, a brief and easy "I'm ready, come over?" I grin with excitement, knowing the cum monster inside me will finally have it's. Crawling on my knees to his spead legs and wet big tasty cock''here have fun sucking me cute sissy boy''head bobbling up and downlooking at the nice black daddy rub my face gently''cute little cock sucker, take your time, the goal is to have it fit all down that cute mouth''he made it feel like a game, helping pushing on my head , realeasing me to breath''you are so close!! you are so cute , try again baby,''standig up , over me on my pillow holding my head fucking it slowly open deep and.