She didn’t wait for an answer and put her fingers on my shaft. “It’s harder than I thought,” Claire said. I laid on the couch and I told one o... them to put their hand on it and move it up and down. “Maybe we can just do a hand job this time, OK?” I said. I think seeing my penis shook them a little. It had to be their decision to do it. Cindy reached out and put her fingers on my erection. She gripped it and moved her hand up and down faster and faster. I was near cumming from all the tension in. Linda leaned over and began to kiss my chest, each kiss lower than the last, until she reached my jeans; she then began to unbutton and zip my pants, and slide them off. As she did that, I released the hooks on her bra and watched them slide down her arms, freeing the breast to hand down, tempting me as they gently swung in each direction. When she slid my pants off, I helped slide them off my ankles and let them fall into the floor, my underwear inside the jeans. I reached over Linda with my. "Well, fetch them quickly - and any other items you carry to subdue a girl!" He barked at another Russian who dashed out for the same reason as the American guard. Then Major Yasov walked towards the door, putting his arm around the Senator. "Come, let us walk on the beach and continue our discussions - your man will call us when it is time."The Senator let himself be led out of the room but looked back with concern at the un-moving Afghani slave who was showing absolutely no resistance to her. It was bobbing out in front of him like some kind of weapon, a club with a great red head and veins to rival those in his arms. "Guess what," he said. "It's time for you to get busy." I approached slowly. When I was close enough, he touched the top of my head with a finger and my knees hit the floor. At first he gave me explicit instructions and I followed them to the letter. But as things progressed I gained confidence and began to improvise. I became creative. My own boner was so hard that.