As I started to go down, taking in his head, his hands flew down and grabbed my legs from under me. With nothing keeping me up, besides my tied hands,...I slid all the way down his long hard shaft until I was sitting on his lap. Pain coursed threw me as I shook there on his lap. He ran his hands up my leg, letting them free again, and rubbed my thighs. He started to kiss my chest as I still tried to catch up with reality.“You okay?” He asked in between kisses.“You just… impaled me.” I said. Iran was effectively leaderless, and those left were confused, terrified, and hiding.Jordan and Saudi Arabia claimed credit for the offensive, leaving us out of it, but putting the terror world on notice that killing the American President was part of the reason Iran's government was destroyed. The lack of American boots on the ground meant that the general Muslim world would not be agitated with concerns about "Christian Crusades."Best of all, not one American citizen was killed or. I loved this torture I was giving him. I lifted up the toilet seat lid, and grinned at him wickedly. "I bet it just burns you to see the toilet and be so close.. and yet not be able to pee." Grant groaned in response, which made me giggle as my pussy gave a little lurch in excitement. "What if I .. turned on the water a little?" I asked him as I reached over for the tap in the sink.Grant groaned. "No.. please.. I have to go! I'm not playing any more!"I giggled again, and this time I did. We left in the evening at around 8 in the evening, and we expected to reach Bangalore by 10 in the morning. By around 12 or so, we were in the ghat section, surrounded by dense forests (at least they looked like that in the night). We had already had our dinner by 10pm. Both my cousins were sitting in the front while my mom and I were in the middle seat. It had been quite sometime since I masturbated and I really needed some time to spend alone. Mom placed her head in my lap while I was leaning.