He was upping the ante, steadily upping it, and there was never a doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t follow what he wanted me to do.Standing in front ...f him, I pulled his rock band t-shirt up his body and over his head. I unsnapped his shorts, unzipped them, and pushed them over his hips. He was commando. I smiled and moved my hand directly to his semi-erect penis, sliding it down to cup his balls. Holding his cock in my hand, I kissed him, then moved my kisses to his chest, sinking to his. . Another Russian you’ve flipped?” Simone asked.Director Haspel spoke up. “Half of it is. The subject was involved in an ongoing scam to get charity money from the US into the hands of the Russian intelligence services for payment to terrorists and to be used against the interests of the United States. The rest of the background information came from ongoing FBI investigations.”“If I may be so bold, Dubai, Qatar, Yemen, or UAE?” Simone asked.“May I ask how you know about this?” Haspel asked as. She slammed the side door open, the cold evening air chilling her. She shivered, waiting impatiently for the driver to open the door for her. She'd worked hard to get here, let the fucker do his job, I've done mine was her attitude. She slid into the car, taking a bottle of water from the mini-bar, gulping down the contents as the limo glided away, past dozens of fans queuing by the stage door for signatures. **************** The hotel was bland, faceless, typical tour fare. At least the bed. I quickly rose and darted to open the door just as mum was passing my bedroom. I could hear the girls laughing and giggling in the bathroom opposite. Mum had changed from her Sunday outfit into a shirt and some Capri pants. The way her tits were held I could tell that she was wearing a bra under the loose shirt. I was a little disappointed that she had chosen to wear the Capris. “How disappointing…” I spoke as she drew level with me. Mum looked at me puzzled. “Haven’t you learned anything over.