If you had security clearance at the highest levels you would know who Stevenson was. He was the head of British Security Co-ordination Eastern Front/...ussia. This dapper official in tweed was the most secret and most senior British intelligence officer responsible for Russia. Jean was still rather naïve. Unknown to the horny young intellectual, his new high-level classified appointment had made him a target. Langham had become a most prized quarry for the Soviet intelligence apparatus Cheka.. The servants, standing in the doorway, not daring to approach nearer, were looking at Noirtier's old servant, who had heard the noise from his master's room, and run there also, remaining behind the others. Villefort rose, and ran towards his mother-in-law, for it was she."Why, what can have happened?" he exclaimed, "what has thus disturbed you? Is M. de Saint-Meran with you?" M. de Saint-Meran is dead," answered the old marchioness, without preface and without expression; she appeared to be. He licked and sucked my hole before he pushed a finger inside it. Now that felt so good and I started to cum. "Yes, you like that don't you. You want your ass fucked and don't care if it is a tongue or finger or a huge cock." He was right. I wanted to be fucked in the ass. He removed his finger and aimed his cock at the opeing to my ass. I could not imagine that huge cock fitting inside my little hole, but I knew he would make it work. He spit on my ass to let his cock in and then he started. Inside, like alien twins in some space egg sack, but not nearly as frightening, she observed his testicles squirm and wriggle under the power of her touch. She wanted to feel them. Her hands cupped and supported his balls of seed, the surface of the skin surrounding them tight yet intersected by alternating miniature valleys and cravasses that trapped and channeled the shower water as it fell from his broad shoulders, down his chest and into her hands. The sack relaxed gently, trustingly,.