We didn't know it but our job was to get them the targeting information." Yeah, when I saw the missiles I realized that," he agreed. "So now what?" No... we get our asses into Algeria. Then we spend the rest of our lives making their lives miserable." I suggested."Can we really do that?" he asked."Good Morning American and about a hundred left wing shows would love this story," I informed him."You are just asking to get killed," he said."Well hon, I didn't do anything and they were ready to kill. . show the man your pussy bitch and be quick...' trembling as I surveyed the room I slowly undid my belt. Bruce reached up and took hold of my note books and said '...you don't need to take notes, Mr. Sinclare likes his dick sucked...' Mister Sinclare stirred as he smiled and slid forward in his chair, he poured himself a shot of scotch and downed it followed by a swig of his beer. He then slid back opening his robe showing his flaccid wrinkled penis. Mister Sinclare licked his lips saying to. She closed the door and we were finally alone. She walked up to me and kissed me again. I don’t know why, but her kisses made me feel high and happy and calm and all the good things a person wants to feel. We finally had to break the kiss for air, she giggled some more and lead me to her bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and kissed her some more.Our hands explored our bodies; she felt my back, ass, legs, chest, crotch, and anywhere else she could reach while I did the same to her. Her flesh. I waited in the shadow of the trees opposite the house and watched Tom jog up the road, through my gate and towards my front door. A few seconds later he entered my house. Knowing that he would soon be fucking my girlfriend in my house, in my bed while i waited outside like a pathetic loser made me feel submissive and horny. I went and waited by the bus stop. 45 minutes later she called me. "get back here. He's gone. Come and lick the spunk off my face before it dries up." . I hung up and.