But we had the objective, and a lot of dead bad guys, but at a horrendous price," I told him.'Yes, we know. We watched the whole thing on satellite. I...just didn't want you to come looking for my ass thinking that we had fucked up.' That was all that I ever saw of him."While still in the hospital, I sent my spies out to determine where my former Company Commander was. They located him alright — he was at the Pentagon — an aid to some two star. It took me another 27 months before I was released. Now she climbed closer, right behind him, trying to get another look. He stopped just below the reading platforms, to pull off his back pack and lay it on the boards. One leg was up and one down, and she had the perfect chance. She peered up the leg of his shorts. "Wow" she thought to herself "His looks different than the ones in the pictures." His looked... somehow... well... nicer. Not so knobby somehow. Or something. She wasn't sure just what. But it didn't gross her out. Not at all. In fact. Don't take your gown off, I love to stroke your skin with it on."Wondering what this might portend, Diana went and joined him in bed, sliding under the coverlet sideways, rather than in the customary Kobekistani manner from the foot of the bed. Just as her Andrew had loved to do, David, her Emir, lay with one arm under her neck and her head resting on his shoulder. The other hand gently stroked her hip and he quickly fell asleep.Towards dawn she woke and saw that he had a prominent erection. As. ’ I widen my stance only a few inches and am immediately keenly aware of my silken smooth pussy lips parting slightly. The coolness in the air is a stark contrast to the heat and moisture within me. Taking a moment to admire how I am positioned, you then step closer to me. ‘Yeah, that’s nice….very nice,’ you utter as you touch your index finger to my wet slit. I jump as I feel your finger on me. I hear you chuckle as you see my reaction and you push your finger into me, only about half way..