I would retrieve it when I got back. After that it was off for a quick haircut and I was driven directly to the main terminal of the Baghdad Airport, ...here I was turned over to a detachment of MPs. My bag was inspected to make sure I wasn’t smuggling anything out, and then I was taken to the Etihad Airlines counter. Now, to see if there was a ticket waiting... Thank God there was! The flight left at 1115, so after I collected my ticket and boarding pass, the MPs took me back to their holding. He presses me against the shower wall and takes his girl. I can almost feel him sinking his hard little cock deep inside me…well, as deep as he can go. I love thought of my man taking me this way and feeling him drain his heavy, aching balls deep inside me and marking me as his girl! Mmmmm, I would get so wet and slippery just thinking of him and this fantasy never failed to make me cum so good. Despite all of our nights together, Michael never took my pussy in the shower and now he can’t.. Once Amy saw that the backs of Leila’s legs were the same glowing red as her bottom she decided she had spanked her long enough, and maybe too long. Suddenly concerned that Leila would hate her for spanking her, she rubbed her bottom a few times whilst looking carefully and with concern at the back of Leila’s head, and then said, “You can get up, Leila.” She did add, after a moment, in a stern tone of voice, “I hope you have learned your lesson.”Leila was still sniffing back tears as she eased. In the meantime, Marty had pulled out a cuff from behind the base of the bedpost and stretched my leg to secure it. She then did the same to my other leg on the far side. Now I found myself spread-eagled between the two bedposts facing the bed. My ability to move was very restricted and any thoughts about hunger were now gone and replaced by other thoughts. I felt someone behind me and then there were hands fondling my ass. The scent of perfume made me realize that it was Marty. Her hand slid.