She wore her hair down and just enough makeup to let her natural beauty shine through. It was late when Hope finally danced with the President. A hush...came over the room and small groups whispered among themselves as the two circled the floor. "Can you forgive me?" Hope whispered quietly. "I love you. Meet me in the East Wing in an hour." Came the reply and then the dance was over. Terry was a career soldier. He trained and served with the Army Rangers before taking a job in Washington. Covert. Oh god if felt so good and to be exposed like this in front of so many people so very embarrassing and still where was Master. A beautiful woman wearing a short leather dress and sheer see through blouse with her hands tied behind her back and a large leather collar around her neck started walking towards her. She bent over and whispered in your ear.... She said how beautiful you looked and that she was just following her directions.... She then lifted her leg and straddled your body and. Many of those email addresses were new, some were not; the ones that were not had come from the four computers we had taken in South Africa. Robert worked his way in though by using some of the contacts from the Prince’s computer.One web site was to be a dark web news site for the terrorists, the other was to be a terrorist forum with links to their email server located in - of all places - the IRG headquarters in Tehran.The forum was to be loaded with the latest tools for terrorists, tactics,. Bitter. Even the magret was better. But... Are we to go back to this restaurant ? Food for thought.A narrow back alley. A mere hole in the wall to keep you away from the leather boots and the madness. You took care of each other, with caresses and hugs and kind words. You opened our eyes and looked. The suit was in pieces, the gown ruined, the decolleté a cascade of tears and cold sweat.You felt hideous and terrified. How could you not kiss?Your lips locked together. Exalted. Avid.The wall you.