Personally, I was very happy with that outcome, but I wondered who it was who was disappointed.We arrived back at the palace to great rejoicing. I was...happy because there had been no attack on the palace or within it, so my wife was safe. Sally was only a few weeks from her scheduled delivery, and the midwives were predicting a safe delivery and that the child would be male. That was important to the Egyptians, but I could not have cared less whether it was a boy or a girl.Among the nobility. As I rolled my body weight onto her, I could feel it pressing her into the mattress and my cock slid to a new depth. I heard a muffled groan and something that sounded like, 'fuck me.' I didn't have to move, Anne's little body was humping against my cock until I couldn't hold back any longer and started to hump her on my way to an orgasm. My instinct in these situations is to rub the clit. So, I slid my hand under her belly just a I was beginning to cum deep in the hole.To my surprise I found. "It's good to know we have people like you and your team, Major," one of the Foreign Office types enthused.His name was Edgar Bellows-Smith. He had come to Iraq only recently and he still regarded all this as a great adventure instead of the giant fuck-up it was. The Brigadier rolled his eyes at Henry who grinned back."The girl and her father want to thank you, Harry," the Brigadier smiled. "Tomorrow, at his house. I'm invited too. Have your dress uniform cleaned and ironed, Harry! You have to. "Be quiet!" Clive Figg retorted. He maintained absolute focus as he drew the last line of the pentagram with blood oozing from a cut in his forefinger. "We're nearly done."He stood and examined his work. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Exactly as it was set out in the old pages. It needed to be for what they had planned.The heavy footfalls were getting closer. They didn't have much time."The semen," he demanded of Bradley."Here," Bradley said, handing over a small glass tumbler covered in plastic.