Every ambassador and director was in town. Even I was to be in attendance for the morning and afternoon meetings.We practiced the various dances for t...o hours. At the end I was sore but relieved. I could handle Saturday night without a problem.Our dancing partners were leaving next week; they were part of the two teams leaving for Africa.The Friday morning commute was quiet. Things at Section 12 were not. Iran was trying desperately to find out where Balthazar had disappeared to. The Egyptian. I pushed her back down again and we kept going. The minutes passed as this rough treatment continued. Occasionally she would swallow, when too much saliva and pre-come would build up. Finally I pulled her up by the ponytail and our tongues met in a wild, sloppy kiss. “Is you jaw tired?” She nodded, breathing hard. “Your tongue is going to be sore tomorrow from all this fucking head you’re giving, isn’t it?” “Yeah. But I want to finish you off like I did the first guy,” she. A few seconds later, the yellow light came on. This meant that the engine had been started. Almost immediately after that, the red light began blinking for a few seconds before staying on. This meant that she had backed out of the parking spot and was moving forward toward the exit. He went to the scope and turned on the camera and television. He had learned a long time ago that there were certain advantages to watching an assignment come to an end. It gave him a certain sense of closure, an. Jesus, what an athletic body. When he also took off his boxer shorts, I saw his huge cock.I grabbed it eagerly with my hand and started to jerk and suck it. He grabbed my hair and started pulling my mouth off and on it, each time sinking it further in. I loved every minute of sucking his cock and the fact that it tasted really clean, which made me suck and lick his cock all the more. I could feel him getting ready to come as he forced me deeper onto his shaft until almost three quarters of it.