‘Can we just talk about it?’ ‘I’m TIRED of talking about it. I want you to actually DO something about it!’ Anger… anger… a little bit o... a snap wrapped around a desperate plea. Trying to keep patience… ‘What?! What do you want me to do???’ ‘You know.’ quietly. tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in public?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over. ‘Yes. I popped in on her yesterday. She was gracious enough to invite me along this morning.’ ‘I see.’ Sergio said before glancing over at Rachel. ‘Then this doesn’t count as a date does it, mi bella?’ he asked her softly. ‘Yes, it does!’ she protested. ‘Let me ask you something Ms. Smeralda?’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘If you were planning on going on a date with a man and he brought another guy with him, would you still consider it a date? Or would you say that it was just a ‘get together’?’ he asked. This sent me into overdrive and I forgot about teasing him. His cock was quickly thrust into my mouth and I began sucking on him enthusiastically. I reminded myself to slow down a bit and flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue. By this time, he had his eyes closed and head leaned back, allowing him to get lost in the pleasure. Beginning to rub his cock with my hand while sucking and licking as much of it as I could fit into my mouth, I could tell he was getting close. Hell, I was so turned. Ah don't want you to tell anyone about this though. We don't want any false hopes raised, do we? Leave the tape with me; Ah need to um... study it. Ah won't forget this. The ambassadorship is yours for as long as you want it; don't worry about that State IG report. After this, who will give a damn about petty cash..." Thank you, Mr. President. You know you can count on me." Who would believe it. We spend millions for the CIA, and who gets the information we need? A guy watching dirty movies." .