“I guess we shall see who has the real power in Iran; the IRG or the Supreme Leader,” I said.“Have they called you yet?” Troy asked.“No, and...I don’t expect them to,” I said.“Surely you cannot believe that?” Troy said.“Troy, you have problem reading between the double spaced lines. They cannot admit that they are sponsoring terrorism after they have denied it for so long.”“They cannot negotiate because it will show weakness - either with the IRG and or the Supreme Leader - to the populace.”“That. One man had his nose broken, he needed stitches in the side of his head but he still came back for more as his wife was cheering him on. I have seen men taken away on stretchers some of them I'm sure suffer brain damage from being beaten so badly. There is one rule for all, no weapons. You can fight other people until you drop or give in, which not many of them will do that in front of their mates.Well, I have explained the reasons for my distaste for the sport. Unfortunately this distaste did. " She said."Tell me all about it" i said exitedly."Well I let him kiss me some more, and drop my blouse off my shoulders, he went after my tits like he hadn't eaten in months, all the while exploring my pantiless pussy under my skirt with his talented fingers. I couldn't stand it anymore so I undid his belt and zipper and let his trousers fall to the floor, like me he was ready, no shorts, and his cock was a monster. I tried to wrap my hand around it but it only went halfway, So I took him in. Her body tensed and then started shaking as her orgasm rocked her body. As her body went limp, I released her hands and pulled off her jeans. I picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. I unbuttoned her shirt and was pleased to see she had 'forgotten' to wear a bra too. I gently nuzzled and kissed her neck as she moaned, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. I kissed my way down her chest until I reached her lovely breasts. I covered her breasts with kisses slowly working my way to her.