After lunch and plenty of private conversation, we went to the Russian air base where the teams were disassembling the final short range nuclear missi...es and war heads.The final missile fuel tank was mounted on a stand. In front of hundreds of media from Europe and America, President Orbatch and I cut the tank in two with a big band saw.We then cut off two, two inch wide sections that were like a giant ring. We presented the rings to each other as souvenirs in front of the media as an end to. The skirt slid down my legs. I grabbed her hands and brought them to my lips, I sucked on her fingers. One by one each of her fingers received a suck, a promise of what was to come. At that point, we began to strip, the slowness of the seduction was over. We stripped, tossing clothing at Robert’s feet. He looked gorgeous, he was smiling enjoying every minute of the show. Remember what I said about nonverbal communication? It was then that I knew that he was content in just watching us. Trisha,. There is a pleasure mixed with pain when a cock reaches that far, that I just cant explain, but I knew I wanted more. I was soon bouncing on top of him uncontrollably and about to cum. All of a sudden, his hands that I thought I had control of came up, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down as deep as he could force me. I came instantly and felt him shoot load after load deep inside my body. We both just collapsed after that. We fell asleep in each others arms in front of the fire place. The. The private cubicles were no longer private as the doors had long disappeared . No one gave a flying fuck anyway. How pleasant it was to take a nice shit and smoke a ciggie .The toilets were like an opium den shrouded in smoke as they were.Harriet and Silvia were sitting and farting away and straining to shit whilst most of the other boys and girls were smoking and generally fooling about.“Gimme a cig” said Harriette to George who she knew had a nearly full packet of Mayfairs.“Fuck off Harriet”.