Angelina gave me brief seconds to breathe. She bent over so I could massage and squeeze her titties, and they were a very fine pair. She lifted to rub...her clit rather furiously. Her juices were dripping into my mouth, and nothing tastes better than cunt. I slipped three fingers inside and began stroking. She said, “Damn! Make me cum! If you do it right I’ll squirt on you!” “And I’ll suck up every drop!” I promised. “That’s the kind of talk I like to hear,” Amy purred. Get ready. I’m going to. I told her what I wanted and she said she’d go and get it. Quietly I slipped in behind her and closed the door and followed her into the dining room where she bent over to get something from a cupboard. This was my chance, it was too good to miss so I crept up behind her and put both arms round her as she was bending and with a tit in each hand pulled her back against my growing cock.That made her jump and she told me to stop it, but I was grinding against her arse and getting a good feel of. "Lisa can let you in and get you to the shower. She also has the bag with your fresh clothes. I folded your other clothes and put them next to the couch. Your gun is in the stack."She waved me on. "Go ahead. I'll sit here and wake up first. Lisa might want to come to me rather than have me barge in on her. Besides, I need to get my cop face back on."I stopped and half-turned. "Don't. Today you aren't a cop. I want to meet the woman behind the mask. She seems like a nice person."A look of. "Do you military guys have any idea where we are?" I shook my head. Steve, however, went with Mike's diversion."Well, we can't be in Iraq. Any palace this size would be occupied bycoalition forces. We could be in Saudi Arabia. While the Saudigovernment supports the U.S., many remote factions of the Royal Familyknow their only chance at power is to bring down the current system." Mike nodded thoughtfully. "Could we be in Brunei? I rememberseeing a 60 minutes episode about the Sultan's brother.