He put his hair back in his trade mark ponytail and headed back to the living room. Lance stood by the elevator and called Frankie over. “What’s ...p Lance, what’s wrong? Frankie asked walking toward him. The elevator arrived and Lance held the door. “I think you need some time to think Frankie, time to think about what you want. We’ll be business partners for the next three years and if that’s all you want, I can live with that. I want you Frankie, I want an us and I will wait as long as you. I mouthed his dick as best I could, I felt my ass swell and my hole start to open.I started to moan and really began sucking his dick deeply. My black buddy started talking shit through the booth, “Damn. You suck black dick good! You are a pussy white boy. You want me to fuck your little white ass now!”I moaned louder. His dick was so hard, he now was almost stuck in the glory hole. I was so horny and high, I did have some lube on me and I started to finger my hole. I stood up in a drunken. There were a handful of Israeli troops scattered about wearing their monochromatic green uniforms. They were working uniforms, and Waylon had the brief thought that their fitted look was much sharper than the often shapeless BDUs that most U.S. troops wore. All the Israeli troopers were armed. They were alert, but relaxed. The flag of Israel hung limply from a flag pole standing next to the table."Your passports please?" a balding man asked them as they entered the hangar.Waylon took his. Jackson laughed and told me that the other colleagues were entertaining my loving Victor at the golf club; until he and Peter could enjoy my company…Peter then pulled my legs apart; pushing them wide open he started to kiss the inside of my thighs, up and down, back and forth…I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, as Jackson took my hand bringing it up to his hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking him.Peter finally put his mouth on my wet pussy lips and licked them from.