She threw her head back, grabbed my hips, and began fucking herself hard against me. fuck, I was goign to take it easy, but quick and dirty works for...me!I'm not the longest lasting man in the bedroom, but I felt like a stud when she came twice before me. She wasn't k**ding, she really was desperate for a good fuck! After I came, I pulled out slowly and, with the cum-filled condom dangling from my half hard cock, bent down and went down on her until she came again. I would have been happy. Henry overlooked the main parking lot, and small in this case was a relative term: Henry’s bedroom measured 15’ x 18’, with its own bathroom and walk-in closet.The rear balcony was the larger of the two, accessible from his parent’s bedroom and the shared 2nd bedroom. The main entry was via an enormous sliding glass door, situated between the two bedrooms for privacy. It overlooked a huge expanse of grounds, the connector road, and faced 6400 Briarcliff on a slant, affording more privacy. Four. That's why he'd suggested that Christine should come to see me, because it was better than the untenable alternatives. And maybe Christine did prefer to be fucked by me than face the vagaries and terror of the mob.Even so, it didn't seem right that she should be making these plans and so when she took two more hesitant steps towards me I immediately stepped back. "Monsieur. This isn't a game," she croaked. "Tell me what to do! There are soldiers out there and they'll do terrible, unspeakable. I stepped back so I wouldn’t be hit and an Arabic man entered with an automatic weapon in his hands. He waved it, encouraging me to step into the hallway. He took me to a room down the hall. The odor of cigar smoke filled my nostrils and there was a black sheet hanging the length of the room, shortening the width of it by six feet. Near the back wall was a desk with a short, overweight, balding man with a peppered mustache sitting behind it along with a big muscled bodyguard standing behind.