What kind of problem do you have now, that just can't wait? I asked wordlessly.We have a kidnapped American. He wasn't hiking in a jungle somewhere he...was grabbed from a hotel a block from the embassy, the message said.Do you know who has him? I asked.Religious zealots, who else, the message came back.You are going to have to be able to find them. If you do that maybe me and an Eve can get him out, I suggested.We kind of had your new friend in mind, the message said. Speaking French might be. Since I was alone recovering from a breakup with a girlfriend, I was assigned a roommate in the hotel we stayed.He was a 60 something Red Cross psychologist and I was 25. That evening in the room, I didn't really feel like talking, but he did. He offered me a glass of Johnny Walker Black and soon was paying me really nice compliments on my looks, my physique, and even my voice. I had played around with guys in school, but that went little further than jerking off together. However, I found. At first her behavior pissed me off. It was one thing when she was single, but something else now that she was a married woman. We had some pretty nasty fights there for a while when I'd get upset over her letting some guy paw her, but she would always shrug it off with, "So what baby? All it does is get me hotter than hell and then you get to cool me down." Yeah" I said, "Right up until the time you do it with the wrong guy and he doesn't take no for an answer." Don't you worry baby, I can. Oh, God!! She grabbed the shaft of my pulsing cock, feeling my pre-cum oozing out. Her sighs turned to loud exhales of hot air followed by deep, deep inhales. My finger fucked her, in and out in rapid succession.Teddy sat, closer now, watching intently. His hand in his crotch. I leaped over Cassidy’s leg, planted myself between her wide-spread legs and grabbed my shaft. I lifted my hips enough to see her delicious pussy and shoved my cock head into her pussy, burying it. Then I pulled myself.