He looked up and at a third person. “Anthony?”Admiral Sir Anthony Watts looked up, horrified at what he was reading. “It does make a sort of hor...ible sense.”The nine men around the table were the nine most senior of Britain’s military, though none were currently wearing a uniform; instead all wore fairly conservative business suits. General Sir George Wiggin, the first speaker, was the Chief of the General Staff, the most senior professional soldier in the British Army. He was flanked by his. I got back kissing her on the lips and after a while we switched positions with me lying down on the mat and she on top of me. Meghan went down kissing my entire body all over before taking my pants off. She then started to play with my 8inch cock with my boxers still on before she took them off and now my rock-hard throbbing cock was exposed to Meghan Martin for her to enjoy. “Jeez Paul, you have a nice big cock, how will I fit that in me” Meghan said. “Good sensual fore-play will do the job”. He let out a pleasant moan and was starting to sweat around his hairless balls and his neatly shaved legs which he has to do to stay fast in the water. This was what I loved about him, he was so smooth. I gently stroked his legs which were like silk to me, free of any hair. Now that he was hard as a rock I shoved his cock all the way down until it hit the back of my mouth. I chocked slightly at first as I had misjudged his size. Rapidly sucking and shoving his thing back and forth over my toung. I am a little ashamed of it but I cum in no time, without wanting to. If I confess it, it is because it helped my plan: it allowed me to cool myself.At 3, she was not knocking on my door. At 3:10 neither. She was chickening out. This could be really bad or just great… If she was not going to come, it was obviously bad. But if she was going to come… she was likely to be timid. Timidity was good for my plan.At 3:15 I finally heard knocks on my door.- Finally. I was about to call the cops. Come on.