“This works best if you have an interpreter with you, because then you tell the suspect that if he acts up, you’ll pull the trigger. Of course, if...that happens, the next guy is much more cooperative!”I started laughing at this, though about half the people were staring at us in horror. “Yeah, that was the best technique in Iraq, too,” I said. “It could be very persuasive.”Mister Buckley replied, drily, “Let’s try to avoid that one, hmmm?”“Yes, sir!” we both said.“I think I am naming you two. I watched this car slowly pull up to my house and park on the street out front. I pulled up my pants and nervously headed downstairs. He started knocked when I has halfway down the stairs. My heart was pounding. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before opening the door to let him in. He greeted me with a smile and followed me over to my couch. He pulled down his pants and underwear and motioned for me to drop down to my knees. I was in shock as I had never sucked a dick so big. I dropped. Whether night or day, we were never sure. The hours passed under the same sickly discolored sky while we huddled under the relative protection of the thicket of grass we had scrambled into to escape the ferocity of the storm-torn sea. Partita had never released my hand, and we landed upon the beach together, but the others could not be accounted for until the storm let up. The fronds of the grasses under which we sheltered were bowed over us so thickly we could not see beyond our outstretched. She tuned on the television. From her aunt's collection of video tapes, she chose one of her favorites, the one where a handsome Arab sheik roamed the desert fucking every cunt he came across.She lay down next to Jack, her head on his lap, smelling her pussy juice wafting up from his recently fucked cock, sexy, pungent. His cock-shaft smelled wonderful, mixed with his strong prick odor. She took a deep breath and inhaled the spicy scent.On the television screen, the handsome sheik had just.