Several terrorist groups would pay large sums for it. They would also try to steel it themselves." Wonderful, everybody wants it. It must me munitions...of some kind." I said and watched him try not to show any emotion. After it was loaded I decided it was the Russian version of the stinger missile. I would have had Russian Chic read the writing on the boxes, but the labels had been blacked out completely."Andrew, why don't you and the Russian Chic try to get some sleep. The Brit and I will keep. His beautifully small manicured hand was resting on my knee and he too had noticed that no one was around and slowly moved his hand up my inner thighs, as he kept talking. I opened my legs slightly as he rested his hand so close to my twitching twat. I blurted out, “Can we go somewhere quiet?” looking up at him feeling just a little embarrassed which I think showed. He smiled and took me by the hand telling me that he had booked a room for the night and gestured that I follow him. At that. 'What about him'? I asked curious, 'He wants to fuck you'.He stood waiting for a reaction, I just replied with a casual, 'OK'.This had clearly excited him and I looked up from the paper I was reading, 'Invite him to stay over this weekend, I'll fuck him then'.I turned back to my paper, but as my eyes scanned the printed words, I was not reading, I was visualizing this small boy jacking-off in the wardrobe, while his father was feeling my cunt and trying to bend me over the bed, he was grunting. The more Allison looked at Cerys’s notes and the documents and the more she searched around on the web, checking up on some of the words that she didn’t recognise, the more intrigued she became.One of the things that she found particularly fascinating was the way in which many dominant women seemed quite different from those she had imagined. She had always thought that a dominatrix spent her time in high heeled boots and a corset, strutting up and down waving a whip. She’d also thought that.