“What is your business here?” one of the guards asked us when we reached him.“I am a wife of the Clan Patriarch who owns this land. Two of my so...s and their wives ride with me,” Mother Sofala replied.Both men stood at attention and held their right fist against their chest in salute. “I apologize, we hadn’t met you yet,” one of them replied.“Quite understandable, we’ve been gone for more than two weeks harvesting the crop you are here to guard,” she replied. They stepped aside to let us pass. " I shall be travelling with my wife," he said."That is a pity, Master. Is she a western woman?" Yes, and she doesn't understand Kobekistani customs yet." Then I shall not cause you or her any worries," said the experienced woman, "But it is a pity. I do enjoy serving you much more than some of the passengers we carry."'Flattery, ' thought Robinson, 'but pleasant flattery. I wonder how many men have enjoyed her services? Doubtless all of them receive the same flattery.'The return journey was. We’ll need two outside the rear entrance and four in the parking lot to handle any gawkers or patrons we have to arrest. I’ll try to avoid that by telling everyone to throw anything illegal onto the floor.” Daryl gave me an unbelieving look, but I had it covered. We spent an hour deciding who we wanted on the raid. Everyone on shifts two and three were going to get three hours of overtime. I explained what I wanted to the second shift officers, stressing the need for confidentiality. Lt.. My hands are in your hair, on your neck, anywhere I can reach. you slip further down kissing a trail down my body as your fingers slip in and out of me, reaching up to rub my clit then back in. by the time your mouth reaches my hips, I'm lifting them to you, begging for you to taste me. You lift my legs onto your shoulders and oblige, your tongue delving inside me, your fingers rubbing my clit as I bite my lip and try not to scream out. Your tongue replaces your fingers on my clit and I lose.