As the figure continued down the road, they stumbled across an abandoned village, seemingly untouched by any attack. The figure entered from the north...rn side of the village, as rain continued to pour out of the darken sky. There was no sign of the villagers who lived here, the road was clear, and flanked wither side were huts were people once lived. Some shut, and others simply left open. The figure made their way to the village square, and out of the corner of their eye they caught a glimpse. ”“Is Randolph Reichmann, also known as Klaus Richter or Heinrich Braun, a cover for one of your agents?”“The name is not familiar; my assistant will check so we can continue out conversation,” That told me that he had me on speaker phone.“Our friend said you had a nice hangar at Entebbe and that you may be willing to allow us to use it from time to time,” he said.“Yes, we had that discussion and I advised where he could get a key anytime he needed one. I will see to it that he gets one if it. "I will not be home until morning…”I could not get a calm rest that night. The thought of my sweet Ana in a black stud’s bed, fucking in all positions made me feel even sicker than I was…I spent a real long night absolutely awake and about eight in the morning, I heard the front door open. My sweet wife came up the stairs singing happily."Hello my sweet cuckold" Ana laughed "I see you feel better now”It was not true at all, I was even worse from the cold, but I wanted to know about her night. He sat in our dinning room and I took the chance to sit opposite him, I was feeling really nervous and could see him looking at my tits. When I looked down my blouse was slightly open and he could see part of my tits and my skirt had rode up to reveal a small amount of stocking top. Simon was wearing a light blue pair of jogging pants and as we chatted I encourage my skirt to ride up reveling my suspenders and a small amount of skin. I could see a big bulge starting to appear next to his left.