”Armis showed the SEALs pictures of Senator MacDowell and her husband, Jeff. Then she switched to a wireframe drawing with four dots in the room. Ea...h of the dots had a little arrow indicating which way he/she was facing.M: “Is this realtime?”A: “Yup.”D: “Loaded with non-lethal.”They looked at the display.M: [pointing at the diagram] “Put us here. Facing the room. You’re behind us, or you beam out right away. Getting you out of there is the best option.”A: “But the hostage won’t know who you. After a few minutes he started thrusting harder, but still slow and he buried his head into my chest and licked and sucked my tits and neck. It felt so good to have his big cock inside of me and I could feel his head as it hit all parts of my pussy going up and down.He rolled off of me and told me to climb on top of him and I did as I was told. I slid down onto that cock and if I didn't know better, I would have thought it went halfway up my chest. I started gyrating, his head hitting my G spot. I'm not even sure it has a name. There is a ghostly version of this emotion called 'contentment.' Perhaps it is a mixture of several other emotions. Some people who have been married for sixty or seventy years know this emotion well. A woodcarver who finishes a figurine and finds no fault in the completed project feels this emotion. It involves a kind of contentment that most people feel only rarely because as humans in modern society, we rarely stop long enough to experience real bone-deep. I gave a quick glance his way and saw he had his cock in his hand. It looked rock hard and was a little purple. I licked my lips then looked up to Ashleigh who was smirking. I looked at her pussy for a second admiring her wet, shaven heaven before stroked my fingers over her lips getting some of her juice. I put my fingers to my lips and licked her juice off of me. Oh dear lord, she was sweet. I had tasted my own pussy before, which tasted great but seriously this was something else! Ashleigh.