Shall we check in? Let me talk to the concierge, okay?” We walked arm and arm like husband and wife up to the concierge, desk. “Good evening Sir, ...adam. What can I do for you?” a well dressed portly concierge greeted us. “Good evening. I booked a room for Mr and Mrs Hodges earlier.” “Ah yes, that will be Suite 709, left corridor on the seventh floor Madam.” He extracted the key with corresponding numbervtag and handed it to me. We joined two other couples in the lift and as ended to the seventh. "The Germans couldn't supply themselves when they invaded Russia in War Two. Much of our supply lands in Karachi by ship and then has to be trucked here across Pakistan and through that damn pass. Hell, Bradford, you and me with the weapons we could load on a Humvee could control that pass for a while."When I was studying Afghanistan, I remember reading many articles on the Khyber Pass and its importance throughout history. Although the railroad was completed many years ago — almost a hundred —. I catch the bartender’s eye and wave him over. “Can we do body shots here?” He grins. “Only if you let me do the first one.” I grin back and pull my shirt off, hopping up on the bar and lying back. We are almost immediately surrounded by a huge throng of people. The bartender pours himself a shot and places a lime wedge in my mouth. Then he leans forward and licks my breasts, from the left to right, across my cleavage, pausing for a minute in the valley between them and dipping his tongue down. I must have had five thrusts inside of her and I was ready to cum. I got up quickly and shot my cum on her stomach. She sat up and wiped the rest of my cum off my cock with her mouth. I had never had that done to me before and it was a kind of thrill. Nancy placed me on my back and put a pillow under my head. I wasn’t sure exactly what she was going to do. She went to her dresser and took a blindfold of it. She placed the blindfold on me and started kissing me all over. Her soft hands reached.