The light changed and we moved on. I saw prostitutes standing at street corners, watching me with disinterest. I guess they thought I was just another...whore. “bounce bitch” he said, as we stopped at another red light. I obediently began boucing like I was being fucked. A bike stopped next to us, with the guy and girl looking at us interestedly. The girl seemed a goth, with bright green hair, and more piercings than pimples. Suddenly, she reached out towards the car. Marko nodded. She grabbed. An email from Victor informed me that the Senate and House investigative hearings into the attack were to start the day after I was scheduled to return home. “Oh boy, let the fun begin,” I thought.The House Sergeant at Arms sent me 2 electronic subpoenas to appear for testimony in the Kampala Embassy Attack; one for the intelligence committee and the other from the State Department Oversight committee.The Senate Sergeant at Arms did the same thing; I had four days straight of hearings on the. I thought I was going to cum right there! James then moved away and bent over and started gently biting and licking my right nipples, then left. I stifled a moan as he continued teasing my nipples and clit. Suddenly he pulled away and we were walking once again. Only a few steps later, he turned me around again and slid a finger inside me. This time he stopped right under a light and I just moaned out loud as he fingered me. My pussy was so wet his fingers made that all too familiar slopping. Although she wasn't dressed in lingerie--just a t-shirt and leggings--I was thrilled that she was even cuter in person.I closed the door and gave her the "roses" to count. She placed them on a counter and laughed, apologizing for not texting back sooner. Barely after that sentence, she dropped her leggings, exposing her tight pussy that was nicely trimmed. I stared. She removed her shirt and let her tiny breasts breathe.I was stuck admiring her body. So much so that she looked at me with raised.