Then Aditya tore my top and bra. He was now squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples occasionally. I was drowned in mixed emotions of pain, pleasure... and ecstasy.The pounding Jovin was giving my tight pussy was like hell, but the pleasure all three were giving me was like heaven.After fucking my pussy for about 15 minutes, Jovin removed his cock and came to my mouth. Then Jordan asked me to ride him. I, like a good slut, climbed on top of him and took his cock in my now sore pussy.Then Jovin. ”“Tell me?” she said, stepping forward and staring desperately into my eyes.“To fuck you!” I said.“What?!!” she gasped loudly, shocked by my audacity and bluntness. “No way, you little creep! Do you know who I am?”“OK then,” I said, pretending to make a call again.“No! Wait!” she said, angrily. She paced up and down the floor a few times racking her brain, trying to come up with a way out of this hopeless situation. She eventually came to the inevitable conclusion that there was only one way. I took his advice and turned in early—air travel always knackers me—strange, when you think you are sat on your arse for hours at a stretch.It was an early breakfast, then a 4-hour road trip. I noted the hung over look of several of the team, who hadn't taken the advice given last night—silly buggers. I made sure I didn't swap any bodily fluids with them; I bet they had been dipping their wicks in some poxed up tarts.Camp Kenyatta – named for the first President of an independent Kenya, Jomo. Clear things with me, but use your best judgment. You know how I roll and I expect you to handle things in a way that will please me.” He left to take command of the after action cleanup and to get our house back in order.As the Chiefs arrived, I met them at the special elevators that ran to The Pit and were reserved for a select group of people who worked in the Pentagon as well as the President, Vice President and any other Cabinet Level Official. The guards were not accustomed to having the.