She's whispering in my ear, telling me that she's been thinking about me all day. She says the more she thought, the hotter she got. She tells me abou... crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet. As her lips brush against my ear I feel an answering surge of lust from my groin. I squeeze her breast, rubbing my palm across her hardening nipple. She shifts her hips to press more firmly against me, moaning. None of your political parties existed the last time I visited Earth, and I'm sure they won't exist the next time I visit." Would God truly let us destroy ourselves?" Sure. It gave you freewill knowing that was possible." What would God do then? Flood the Earth and restart with another Noah and the Ark?" Haha. You should've learned enough about God from me already to know It doesn't do quaint things like that. If humanity pursues a path toward self-destruction, God won't intervene. Your destiny. I pushed her back on the bed and started kissing her from her ears and shoulders, down the side of her neck. This was driving her insane, she was moaning and writhing around on the bed with small whimpers coming from her throat. I paused briefly at her perfect tits, kissed each one and nibbled on her taut nipples until she started shaking her head from pleasure. I continued down her ribs and kissed the points of her hips. I inhaled deeply, loving the scent for her womanhood. I kissed and licked. As the other prostitutes watched intently, Ngoc thrust another finger between the servicewoman's quivering cunni-lips. Sonya bit her lip. Caressing the writhing American's neck with her sexily-pouting lips, the prostitute began to kiss Sonya's neck as she continued to finger the soldier's 'pussy'... "SOLDIER GIRL SLUT!" muttered one of the voyeuristic prostitutes. Her companions giggled mischievously."NOT YET, SLUT..." sighed Ngoc. She savoured the alluring fragrance of Sonya's 'Chanteuse'.