It really didn't matter what I could or couldn't wait for, now did it? "Ha ha! Okay, well you get to wait for just a little bit longer. There's one or...two last little details I want to attend to, first." Mmmph," I replied. Go right ahead.She started her ministrations with a small leather device that made me moan deeply into my gag as soon as I saw it. Removing the crotch of my rubber suit, she took a moment to stroke my hard and leaking member, sending waves of electric pleasure throughout my. John realized finally he would be happy with the girl of his dreams. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” John was disoriented as he opened his tired dry eyes. “Where the fuck am I?” John wondered to him self. John looked around expectantly looking for the blond girl. What met his eyes instead was just another drab and rather carpet-worn hotel room with dreary sun-bleached drapes in need of replacement. The “beeping” sound that had so rudely interrupted his sex-dream fantasy wouldn’t stop buzzing. John sighed. It was a concept she had grown up with in her homeland. She had fallen in love with one of our older members, Diego Gomez, after leaving Israel due to the violence there. She had worked with Mossad so she saw some of the worst.She joined the army of her homeland, most women serve. Because she had some language skills she was attached to an interrogation unit. She was not formally trained, Sara was regular army, but she was a lot better than most at the business of getting information. Because. When she returned she was carrying the bottle of brandy which was just about half full, and a bottle of orange juice, along with my glass. I took my drink which was already mixed and took a sizable gulp, halving the amount. I felt an almost instant rush. She came onto the bed, but quickly got up back. I saw her look down to the front of her pajamas bottom and giggle girlishly. “I’d better change these; they’re a bit smeared and damp.”She walked over to her wardrobe and took out a nightie..