I wondered why we needed it.Thursday must have been a free day for ambassadors; four came in the morning and four more in the afternoon. At this rate ...ll on the list were going to beat me to the punch and come to me before I could get to themSome of them had really done their homework on me and JBG. I wondered if the State department had sent out a fact sheet on me or something to the diplomatic world.It was after supper before Andy and I made the tour of the grounds. On one side of the embassy. These girls, they always make friends.. so fast.Anyway after about a month or so she again called me to tell that she has landed in a job at her place. I always told her that whenever I visit her city I would come and meet her, but somehow I never got the opportunity. I saw her on Orkut and she was not a very beautiful girl as others describe their mysterious ladies. She was tall, slightly fat and had an average body Built. I talked to her whenever she called me. And everytime she would ask. I then ask "you like being a filthy cum slut, dont you?!" all i can hear in reply is the mumbles and grunts as i shove the strapon deeper into your waiting throat. when i felt you have sucked enough, i stop and release my grip from your head. i walk behind you, sticking the tip of the strapon into your ass, then ask if your ready for me to fuck your ass. i wait for a reply, then with some effort and a small grunt, i slide the strapon in as you flinch in half-surprise. i slide it back out with. “I think he has another gallon in him.” The first canister full, we started the second. I was amazed at the amount of cum Coach was squirting. A whole gallon and working on a second. Bobby would have enough for weeks. I was screwing the lid on the first jar when the second was half full. The man was a real freak of nature. Almost two gallons of cum and he was still like an open faucet. Coach filled both canisters and Bobby took his cock, swallowing another quart before he dried up. I watched.