It was not possible to misunderstand the meaning of Ms. Jane's message and indeed when I reached the flat, she was there to welcome me.She peered at m... smilingly and invited me in and we sat on the Sofa. She sat right in front of me and offered me a glass of water.While drinking the water I was looking at Ms. Jane, a woman of British origin who was tall, with long blonde hair and big blue eyes and a smooth soft chin. She has quickly changed into a red miniskirt and a pink-colored top. My eyes. That's the question I need you to answer, Mr. Pendrill. You have thirty minutes to discover the truth and to give me a name. That's all that I need from you: a name. It's straightforward, uncomplicated and the clock is now ticking. Unless you give me the young lady's name, I must drop you from the program and you will kiss goodbye to a life in the Special Forces. You won't be my conjugal, and you won't be allowed to summon me to one of our country's most elaborate torture chambers. In fact, you. ‘What?’ She looked toward the hall. ‘Oh.’ There were at least two score of Marines and sailors in dress blues and whites, Army officers and NCOs in Class A’s and dress blues, and even some Air Force officers in their dress uniforms entering the. Hall with their wives and dates. ‘What’s wrong with that, Geoff?’ asked Amy, puzzled. ‘You remember how I said I didn’t want anyone making a big deal about this?’ he asked, indicating the medal around his neck. His craggy old face was grim. ‘Uh-huh…’. And I know I can't lastany more. So I pull out and groan with pleasure, feeling my stomach muscles contract.I shoot silver and white all over her face and her red hair. She can not avoidit and I see my semen fall on her eyelids, on her crimson, wet lips, I shootmy sperm on her neck and over her breasts. When there is no more, I rub my cock against her tongue as she obedientlysticks it out and collects precious drops of my cum. She looks like an angel right now, bathed in my sperm. I have to.