“Actually, good. Naughty, weird, but kinda nice. You’re being really gentle.”“Thanks, that’s kind of the whole idea,” I said as I began to...press against her arsehole, not trying to push my thumb in or anything like that, and also not noticing, and I mean absolutely not noticing how her lips were a bit puffy. Small lips. Plump lips. Look away. “Okay, so, er, hold that thought a moment while I warm up the lube.”“Warm it up?” Lia asked as I grabbed one of the lube sachets, ripped it open, and. Sleep was both desired and not. To sleep was to still the mind of turmoil, of pain. Yet sleep would call forth unwanted dreams, dreams of happier times, times now gone.I had been back in Lima for two days, back at the Crillón, back to a new world of confusion, loss, and anger. Yes, anger. It was God that held the power of life and death for us. How could I be angry at God? Yet there was the interminable bureaucracy of trying to solve the simplest problem in a Latin country. "Si, Señor. Mañana,. Then something strange happened, he couldn’t keep an erection, he had a nice thick cock, with a very large head. Which my wife described as feeling amazing thrusting into her and a strong sucking sensation, when he pulled back. But as he tried to fuck her, his old man kept going soft, poor bugger. Anyway after a while, and being so bloody horny myself, I stepped in and fucked her good, well I thought! Almost straight away he said he had to go; must have been embarrassed. We were staying. The Leader was dozing on his throne like chair as Chris and Grogan entered and so Chris gave a small cough. The Leader opened his eyes and for a moment was disorientated. "What ... who... YOU! What are you doing here?" He said as his eyes focused on Chris."Really? I think you forgot that you told us to attend to you at this time, honestly Leader if this is how you work then it's not surprising..." Chris left the remainder of his words hang in the air, "Now I understand you called me here for a.