“Please, I'll do it, I will. Just don't make Wendy, okay? I'll do anything you want, just don't touch my daughter!”“Well, the truth is, Miranda,...I am far more attracted to YOU than your daughter. If you will be my willing partner, I won't put it in your daughter's mouth until she comes to me for it. I promise. Will you commit to me, now and forever?”Once again, he was standing in front of Miranda, his hard cock pointing right at her face after he freed it himself. She reached up with one hand. And we would, of course, allow Her Majesty's Government to add an extra consulate here in Kobekistan if it wished."This assurance only increased the Ambassador's apprehension. The possibilities were appalling. What if a slave escaped? It could cause an international incident. Even worse, what if a popular newspaper discovered what was going on? That could cause severe embarrassment to the Ambassador's political masters."Would the Honorary Consul require many additional staff?" asked the. She sucked it a hand full of times bringing about a semi-erection. “Can you get it hard?” She asked, standing up and moving to the bed. She got on top, on her back, with her legs spread.“Stick it in,” She said.I stood there for a second looking at her open pussy. She hasn’t came in close to three weeks, other than her own fingers during sex a week ago – (I asked to lick her to orgasm, but she declined, volunteering her own services instead). Her clit was hard, protruding slightly, but enough to. Not bad I thought, not for a 45 year old. I do keep myself in shape. My cock was now rigid and aching. I knew that I would have to do something about it otherwise sleep would never come. I stood there and slowly started to stroke myself, rubbing the tip of it, spreading the beads of juice appearing at the little hole all over and down the thickened shaft. Felt so good. The feeling that at some point I will get my release. I looked down at the window, to notice the woman was standing in full.