"Why would we give up the woman?" asked President Bush."To tell you the truth sir, we've got nothing out of her and my people believe we are unlikely ...o do so. She's become something of a liability for us and it might be a blessing to get her out of the country," added the Director of the CIA."The press conference backfired sir, and I can't see us getting any mileage out of the woman," agreed Joshua Bolton."Okay, bring him here. I don't want him talking to any of the media before we've had a. My cock was already so hard, it felt like it was going to tear a hole through my jockey shorts. “Oh my God,” I blurted out. Pooja giggled and tousled my hair. “Don’t worry, Samir. I’ve got this.” She nudged me to sit down on the edge of the bathtub and then got on her knees.What followed remains one of the most memorable blowjobs of my life. Pooja took my swollen member out of my shorts and began to lick the shaft like a Popsicle. Her one hand cradled my balls, which she planted occasional. Alcohol started taking effect on us and we started dancing freely. She was dancing so close to me that our body was brushing against each other. She was so close to me that her boobs were pressing against my body and I could easily see her meaty boobs from above her top.As we were under the rain which made our cloths really wet and transparent. Her floral bra was completely visible from abover her top. Anyone could clearly see the firmness of her milk jars and her erected nipples. I was feeling. .deep throat that cock." His breath was so heavy as he spoke.My face was buried into his bush as he held me tight against him and shoved his hips forward fucking my throat as he had the first time I sucked him off (forgot about this shit didn't you) and I could feel him inching down my throat with each thrust of his hips."Uhg..uhg...ugh...ugh..." was all I could manage as he fucked his cock into my throat."That's...it...suck me...baby...suck me...hard..." his words broke each time he shoved his.