There we went, talking about a lot of things but avoiding any reference to what would happen there.As soon as we entered into his office, as suspected...there was nobody working there, George took me in his arms and gave me my first contact with another mans tongue. Really I felt in heaven. Slowly he unzipped my jeans and went to his knees to give me a wonderful (no way to compare for me, but it felt great)blow job. What surprised me was that, even I had a beautiful hard on and his tongue was. So we got up and walked towards to exist where my car was parked. We drove to her place which was only about a kilometre from the beach. On reaching her place I took out a new pair of shorts and t-shirt from my bag which was luckily in my car and we went into her room. Standing at the bathroom door, she said, “I’m going in for a shower, and you can come in when I call you.” And she disappeared behind the door. Not knowing what to do while I waited, I went and stood next to the door, trying to. Even if he didn't feel it he'd have known it from her eyes. That desperation. Not to escape - oh no. To go that extra inch, to be the best bopper, the best little white slut a prime Black alpha male could possess. Well Cassius knew she didn't come far short of that ambition. The audience were learning it now too. He knew how many would give some tidy currency to be where he was now. How many would have done so by now if Kali hadn't intervened? He liked Kali but that had been an expensive gift.. "Sharon dropped her eyes then looked up again. "Go on," she said. "Tell me." He was in the Royal Artillery and became a senior NCO or Warrant Officer (Sergeant-Major). He did a stint with the SAS but if you tell him I told you that I'll strangle you." Why?" Those guys are very reticent about admitting it. They did a lot of under-cover work and don't want to be recognised or compromise their mates."Sharon nodded. "I understand," she said, adding with a grin, "I'm not a blabbermouth.