I bent forward and flicked my tongue across each nipple, and then popped each of her nipples into my hot mouth. I then gently let my fingers glide ove... her areoles, between her breasts and down her soft supple belly. I then spread her legs, just a bit. I gently passed my fingers over her vagina. I just barely touched her skin, as I passed over her clitoris. She gasped, at the sensation of my touch. I continued to tease her pussy for a short time, before I glided my hands down along her legs,. I thought back to the advice I had gotten in Rome from my former mentor Father Paulo. He had managed to survive a very long time long past the shelf life of most undercover operatives. I knew I should have been dead many times over if it weren't for sheer good luck and a bit of a miracle.The entire area was exploding around my ears and I was beginning to think there was no place to run. The Russians had come back from the grave of a demolished empire and had cut my escape routes to the East. I. Marty left, still thinking about what he had seen.He turned on the lamp next to his bed. It was softer than the main light, and cast dark shadows throughout the room. The streetlight from outside shone in a long vertical strip on the wall.Marty took off his pants, and pulled off his socks. He pulled off his rugby, and stood at the foot of his bed in his briefs. He pulled them down to his ankles, and kicked them off. He stretched, clasping his hands together over his head."It's cold outside,. A losing battle can't be without the victor taunting at the fallen “Let me taste your yummy cum sir! Plaster this dirty whore with your seed master!” with a grunt and a sad stroke to finish on her deserving face. The ropes landing on cheeks, across eyelids, the hair but mainly the lips and chin.She looks up at him with her usual happy expression, during which she licks up his defeated spilling on her closed eyelids “So are done sir?” She asks, unaware how broken his pride as a man was, he of.