She was running fluids, grinding her wet cunt against my face. I could feel my entire face become wet and sticky as I honed in more and more on her sw...llen clitoris. She was moaning with every lick, completely worked up, and as I worked on her clit I slipped first one, then two, then three fingers into her sopping cunt. She began making her pre-cum sounds, a cross between whimpers and moans, and soon exploded on my hand again, soaking my face with the force of her orgasm."Oh, god that felt. “Let us pass.”The two men, seeing who it was, saluted and opened the door. Roderick looked up.“What are you doing here? This council is in session. You can’t just barge in here!”“Gentlemen, I apologise for barging in like this, but some new and disturbing information was uncovered last night. I have with me, one of the men responsible for an attack which nearly cost several of the town guards their lives. He is going to tell you all why the attack took place, and what his orders were.”They all. Also I noticed the bruising on Dimples cheek, which she had tried to cover with powder. I must ask how she got it I thought, but when the contents of the envelope were disclosed I forgot all about her bruising.There was no disputing the fact that it was my Peter in the two photographs, one with his arms around a dainty brunette, the other, him sitting at a dinner table holding her hand.I left the table and went into the lounge and dialled his mobile number, which he answered almost immediately.. Being nice to them was the only thing she could think of at the moment.“Shut up,” he replied.“You can call him Boris,” said the woman. Was it a joke?“I suppose we can call you Maria,” said Grace.“No thank you,” said the woman. There was no smile, but she’d got the reference to Maria Sharapova. Grace guessed it was an old thing she was fed up with. “Xenia.”The Bond villainess. Grace smiled, but still without getting a smile back. Perhaps it was a CIA rule.“Where are you taking us?” she asked..