She clamped her hands behind my head pulling me deeper as I could hear her moans. I was lucky that the room was sound proof or anyone could have heard...her moans. I was now plundering her pussy with my mouth and tongue , sucking her pussy and licking it hard. She gasped and writhed with each long lick of mine. It was hard to keep her steady , she also cooperated and didn’t let her feet slip from my shoulder. But I could feel her toes curl and uncurl against my shoulder as her payals rubbed. The terrible words rang in her ears as the searing whiskey warmed her stomach. "Noooooo," she wailed again, more frantically this time. "NOOOOOOOO!" What's the matter? You think I'm not good enough for your goddamned pussy?" Dizzy sneered. He began to pull off his velvet trousers and Moroccan shirt, the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream feeding his lust and anger. "You stupid American cunt! I know you're as hot as I am! And you're gonna see how a real man fucks!"The intoxicated redhead. She took it into the breakfast nook that sat outside under a gazebo with bushes all around for privacy and laid the whip upon the little table. She sat and stared at the crop and many o thoughts ran through my obviously unimaginative brain. Her fingers caressed it. Ran it up and down. Feeling the roughness of it. Getting to know every ridge and bump. She must have been there for hours for the next sound she heard was a key turning in the door and her husbands voice, Honey, Im home. She looked. “Can you confirm this? And if so, is she working for the Chinese government?”“At the moment that cannot be confirmed,” the president says. As he begins to look to the next reporter, the same man asks another question.“If the assassin is indeed working for the Chinese government, how likely is it that she can be linked to General Wei?”“Like I said, the investigation is under way,” McKinsey answer, being careful to not let any irritation cloud his tone. “Right now I am not able to confirm.