I sat down on one chair. When they came in Mario instructed Bernadette to sit to my right. He sat to my left. I asked what they wanted to drink. T...ey told me and I ordered and paid for the coffees. When my name was called Mario said, "Bernadette Baby why don't you bring the coffee over here for us." Her face was bright red. She stumbled a little bit moving past me. Mario leaned toward me and said, "I think Bernadette will need some convincing. She said you are really hot and she is. Ambassador Jing, is not only a chauvinistic ass, he is very aggressiveand offensive. We make much better headway when he is absent and we aredealing with his assistant Cheela," stated Natani. "Cheela and I havethings in common, we both respect each other as mothers."I was happy to see that things were working out.There was a quiet tap on the door and I said, "Enter." M, Momma," Petra rushed into her arms. "They gave me this for you lastnight." She held out the little pin of an Honorary. There was strong circumstantial evidence to put McClellan in all the right places at all the right times. But there were problems too. This man McClellan had a career working with international aid organizations. The two didn’t make sense. They weren’t congruent. Syndicate murderers weren’t do gooders. There were inconsistencies pertaining to his military record as well. He’d volunteered for three years service, he’d seen action, he must have. Yet there were no references to the expected. And so I sat at the end of his bed, pinching and tugging on my nipples as I watched him stroke his cock. I’d come into the room that morning with a strict set of rules I was going to follow. I wasn’t going to touch him. This was going to be the last day I helped him.And I certainly wasn’t going to touch myself ... not after where that had led the previous night.I didn’t trust myself. Not with such a big, magnificent, beautiful cock.Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.I’d expected to feel nothing but.