” Jeffrey picked his way down the rocky slope, pausing occasionally to offer Cyrus a hand. The heat from the burning car was intense, and they staye... well away from it in case it blew. Scouring the perimeter, it didn’t seem like anybody was in the car or nearby it.“Find anything?” Cyrus called out.“No.” Jeffrey was circling to the other side, clutching his sword.Cyrus used his wand as a flashlight, looking along the ground for footprints, blood, anything he could use to find them. He kicked. But I didn’t let go of Mike, just slowed the rubbing a bit. Mike’s cock was leaking a bit more and he started groaning. “Oh, Bill that’s so exquisite!” he exclaimed. Phil’s cock was also leaking as I sat between them and Phil started to move his hips. “Ohhhhh,” he groaned. Suddenly, he shot a large amount of cum which hit my face and chest like very warm lava and started to roll down my face, neck and chest. I licked some into my mouth and enjoyed the texture and taste. Almost simultaneously,. ”“No, sir. He was just rather ... reserved.”The Ambassador laughed, “Well, you would say that, wouldn’t you?” he quoted, hinting that Derek himself was being cagey.“You might say that. I couldn’t possibly comment,” replied Derek, in another quotation beloved of the Civil Service which he knew would be taken as an admission that his father was indeed one of the diplomats who reported also to the Intelligence Services. This was a calculated risk. Many Foreign Office staff admired such people, but. I need some rest. I'm going home. Call me at four thirty and send me a car to take me to the Episcopal Church for the meeting with the religious leaders. Thanks, honey."He slipped on his coat and strode out of his office to the parking lot, hopping into his dark blue Pontiac and speeding off for home.Rhett Wilkerson was a strikingly handsome man for his age. At forty-two, he had dark brown hair and scorching brown eyes, set in a ruggedly handsome face. He looked easily ten years younger than he.