) of; Her most Britannic Majesty’s Secret Service. To almost no-one though it was “the Bureau” or to give it it’s full name; “The Bureau o... Extra-normal Affairs.” If you were born the seventh son of a seventh son, (Or indeed a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.) with different coloured eyes or more than the required number of digits or became a remaining twin. Someone, somewhere in a nondescript office would know about it and a telegram would be sent here to say so. Then somebody else. I could not take my eyes of this beauty. My eyes were feasting on every inch of her body draped in a slightly soiled green saree. Her tight- round ass, flat tummy and full firm breasts could have given the best of models a run for their money. I guess all the hard work she does pays off in the best of ways. I wanted to devour her right then and there. She noticed me too. She looked at me and turned her head away in haste when she saw me looking at her. I have an athletic body and am not bad to. Forget the wild years of youth, parties, drinking and irresponsible sexual behaviour. Here I am in my thirties, about to have sex with someone I haven’t developed a friendship or relationship with and it’s a woman. My brain told me there was still time to back away, my body told my brain to butt out.We arrived at a small block of flats somewhere in the suburbs, Jennifer paid the driver and we headed up to the second floor. As we walked up the stairs my imagination and anticipation and were. You then roughly pull me closer as you thrust your hips forward, giving a low grunt as you begin to fuck my mouth hard - Just what I wanted…..Together we move in sync, your cock hammering in and out of my throat, rubbing it raw while sending me into throes of ecstasy. I wrap my arms around your legs, gripping at your hips and arse while you thrust harder and faster with each push, your hands pulling at my hair as you shoved my head against your groin. My nose is pressed tightly against your.