My time to step closer to that pussy I had tributed and dreamed about for so many nights. Without knowing, I stood in front of their door. My legs obv...ously being driven by the almighty Cocks commands. RAP RAP RAP against the door. My fist also must follow the demands of Commander Cock. It opened to the most lovely sight, she was in my dreams and now here. I reached an arm out, at first for a handshake, and then quickly converting it to a torso grab and heavy tongue kiss. Handshake, seriously,. What was even more interesting is that while carrying things; very few of us could see below the chest as the equipment was blocking the view. Luckily, I managed some glances at some very nice packages and they weren’t the kind your local carrier brings and you sign for them. Everybody had on jeans, but some were so tight against their asses and their crotches I could even see their full-shafts without much effort. Other guys had a loose fit which made it easy to see their ass cracks every time. “«No necesito un taxi. Voy a la Carrera 7.»” I said in what I was sure was heavily accented Spanish.He nodded and I walked to the main sidewalk, turned right, and walked about a hundred meters to Carrera 7, turned right, and then walked to the entrance to the building. When I went through the doors I saw six guards armed with automatic rifles, each one of which seemed to be staring at me. I went to the desk, showed my passport, and explained my reason for being in the building. I was directed. Korin awoke suddenly, looking around, then looking at me, “What? What’s happening?” I tried to speak, but only stuttered, I sat there babbling, she looked at me, then looked back with…what looked like fear. I looked back two…there was fear…standing right in front of me. Two…what looked like guards…stood just inside of my doorway, they must’ve been 7 feet tall. Their armor plates shone, they were almost completely clad in chrome, I couldn’t even see their eyes…but I could tell they were.