I looked at him as he again entered me and began to thrust. Then I looked between my legs, and there was just something very thrilling about seeing hi... pounding me. Driving himself deeper and harder with each thrust of his torso. He had established his rhythm in this commanding position, and I could see he was focused on his satisfaction. I was being used and I loved it. The mind fuck this position always gave me always put me over the top, and I could feel that top approach as I jerked and he. Raising my hands to meet behind my head, and pushing my left foot out, I assumed the position in which I had taken so many pictures for him. Inspection seemed to be one of his favorite positions for me. It allowed him to see my body perfectly. 36C breasts dangling flawlessly from my chest, I felt my cunt begin to drip. He circled me, being very careful not to touch me the first time around. I felt his eyes roaming up and down my perfect, eighteen-year-old body, and I loved it. I did not feel. The NSA and CIA had fresh satellite images of all of Iran in high definition.The analyst had been over them with a big magnifying glass. Each photo had last week’s photo attached, with any changes in the field circled.I listened as they gave their professional opinions. Next up was North Korea followed by Syria then Iraq. Then there were the African problems; the northern half of Africa was always at war with itself or someone. It had been that way for decades; nothing was going to change it. Slowly, inexorably in the presence of this elegant, severe nundressed in black latex my penis stiffens. My throat becomes dry and my face hotwith a combination of guilt and arousal. I start my confession with the time honoured admission ?Forgive me Sister Ruth for I have sinned.? I look up into the face of Sister Ruth. It is acruel and beautiful face. She looks down at me, her red lips twisted into adeprecating smile. She sees my penis. It is now stiff and swollen, thrustingfrom my body like.