I watched his hand. It was going in all the way up to the top of his fingers. I lay still, fully stretched but wanting more. It felt good, wid..., full and it was starting to hurt a bit. He held his hand in me and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb. Ahh, the feelings that came from it. So strong, so much wetter. This was enough. I had to feel his cum spray inside me. He was kneeling between my legs with his cock poking straight at me. I reached up, grabbed it and pulled him. There were now one hundred involved in the training of these girls at the Paris France locations. If there were one hundred involved in the training, I wondered just how many girls had they recruited and how large were the training facilities?Based on past reports and conversations from the embassy tapes of interviews of women seeking amnesty I knew the women would be horribly abused. If there were a hundred trainers the women were going to be sexually trained a hundred times a day. For ISIS. OK, whatever, it doesn't always have to be. Well, that night she messaged me and said that she just realized how close we lived to each other, and wouldn't it be awesome if we could meet, minus our significant others? Well, as much as my heart started racing, I wasn't so sure. She was beautiful in her profile picture and her other pics, but for all I know, its a guy pretending to be a female.So after a few more flirting messages back and forth, I proceeded to let her know, its not gonna happen.. My mind goes completely blank and my whole body starts to tingle and buzz and shake. I can hear myself screaming out your name, but can’t feel myself doing it. I feel like I have lost all control of my body and mind and nothing else matters except this gigantic orgasm I am having with your entire hand inside me. When you feel my vadge relax, you slowly remove your hand. There is a pool of water in your hand. I feel completely exhausted, but you slowly start to lick my clit again. You work your.