It had taken two weeks to put the map together, plus some connections from General Bashir and his brother in the Paris mosque helped.In one of the com...uniqués the general had asked if several people by name had arrived as scheduled. Omar Alhalmi, Fahd Samaha and Maged Alsabahi were the names he had asked about.Timely research showed they were from the Halabjah area of Iraq that bordered Iran, which was the notorious smuggling route through the mountains during the never ending wars. It was. Rochelle sucking hard on my cock, hearing her slurps all the juices off my throbbing cock. “I think you need to get up and take care of me,” Rochelle says as she stands up and goes into the bag and pulls out a tube. “Let’s get that cock nice and lubricated,” she says she slathers my cock with the warm gel. I lean in and kiss her, feeling her tongue in my mouth as she finishes coating me. She pulls away and puts a large glob of lubricate in her hand, and slathers it all over her ass. “I think. SHE DIDN'T OBJECT, SHE GRABBED MY COCK AT THE BASE HER FINGERS NOT QUITE MEETING EITHER SIDE. SHE STROKED MY COCK A COULE OF TIMES, MY ON PRECOME GREASING MY POLE. SHE THEN LENT FORWARD AND ENGULFED MY DICK, MY ANGRY PURPLE HELMET STRECHING HER RED LIPSTICK LIPS OPEN THEN THE REST OF MY FAT VEINY SHAFT DISAPPEARING INTO HER HUNGARY THROAT. "GOOD FIONA YOU SUCK GOOD COCK, YEARS OF BEING A SLUT AND ALL THE PRACTICE HEY?" SHE COULDN'T REPLY AS SHE WAS HUNGARILY DEVOURING MY DICK AND I WASN'T. ..and even more concerning was the lack of cum I was sure I would see...I knew I had had many orgasms...over and over again, yet the panties were dry against my skin...and something else peculiar struck me....my penis looked so small...like a newborn infants...I knew now something was incredibly wrong and fear encompassed my mind...I reached down to feel myself and was instantly struck by the waves again, raw lust filled my mind...this had to be a dream...I decided to try and stand up...and as.