The General denied the fact until I told him I had the communiqués from the training center to prove it,” I said.“I guess we shall see who has th... 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. "That's right, now run your tongue up and down the shaft. Ooh, that feels great! Now around and around the tip." Like this?" she asked, worried if she was doing it right."Oh yeah, like that. Now kiss it and take it into your mouth."She began opening her soft lips around it and slowly took me into her mouth. Her tongue was warm and wet around my shaft, and she took almost half of it into her lips before she began to slide back up it. "That's right, up and down, nice and slow so I can feel it. I pulled up and stopped near the entrance and got out and walked toward the darkened interior.The sign over the front door, as I said, could have advertised just about anything. It was impossible to decipher the thing after years of burning sun on the cheap paint used to letter the old sign originally. But it hung there proclaiming something or other. Probably the owners figured the locals knew what they could buy there and the stuck up gringos wouldn't stop anyway.The small building was at. Romysha looked up at Victor looking down at her. The kiss came naturally, as did what followed. Victor gathered her up in his arms and took her to the stage front sofa. He lay her down and removed the rest of the already half removed gown. She drew him in for another kiss. He was kneeling over her body. Victor’s kisses started at Romysha’s lips, pecked her chin, bussed deeply in her neck well, licked her sternum and finally covered the far nipple. He opened wide and sucked lots of firm flesh.