I don't want Mark to get rid of me. I'll do anything to avoid that."Ashley ran over as Constance collapsed to the floor. She lifted the crying girl an... carried her to the couch. "There, there," she said in a comforting voice. "Relax. Mark isn't a monster."My stomach grumbled. "Ouch," I said. "She might not believe that if she hears my stomach. We should get something to eat."Lenore looked around. "Where is the kitchen I can probably make sandwiches." You can use any of the replicator units to. He started to work hips back and forth thrusting his cock into my mouth harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He shoved the whole length of it down my throat! I gagged, it felt incredible. He was using my mouth to get off like it was some pussy. He was yelling, "Take it cocksucker! Take my cock!"Then he moaned and and slowed it down. He held my head firmly in place. Then all of sudden, I felt the streams of liquid shooting down my thoat! I tried to move my head but he held it in place forcing. "That sounds wonderful, Sergeant Roberts. Yes please."He smiled at Mark. "Very good, Miss," he said, gave flicker of a bow and left."What are you two up?" demanded Mark."Nothing, darling. He wants to welcome us home by bringing us our dinner and we shouldn't disappoint him." You're quite right, darling. I just didn't want to cause him any bother." If he thought you were he'd never have offered."Mark smiled ruefully and took a sip of his champagne. "Right again," he said. "Now, what with all. Ziva, Abra, Farah and the Secret Service all had MP5s with thirty round magazines and I had my Glock with four thirteen round magazines. Out the doors we went.The terrorists were just four vehicles away of what had been a twelve vehicle convoy. There were six on my side - I went out the right rear door behind Abra. We were shooting to the rear. Ziva and Farah out the front were shooting to the front. The rest of my security and the Secret Service agents went out the left doors shooting.I took.