That wouldn’t give me enough time to getanti-malaria shots and have them take effect. I eyed himwith thoughts of mercenaries and torture flittin...through my head, but the bonus money won out. Besides,there was a certain James Bond-ish thrill to the wholeidea of going down there. My roommate didn’t see it that way when I got back tothe apartment. “Colombia? As in drug cartels?!?” Headded several pithy comments casting doubt on both myparentage and my sanity, concluding. Well, at least I got her to smile. Then I had to take his cock out, and he gave me another kiss."Not bad for a first timer, even if you are doing it for your wife," Jack told me.Then he just got right behind me, and slowly stuck his cock in my asshole. It hurt a lot, and was really uncomfortable too, but then I found Anna masturbating. That's what I was waiting for. She just had her hand in her panties, but I considered that a win. I still tried to keep that in mind, when Jack began thrusting. He then stood up, and ran the strands of the whip between his fingers. He was a man with a mission. Raising his hand in the air, he flourished the whip, and brought it down across Mari’s ass. She moaned and flinched. Again he struck her ass. The pink striations from the whip were appearing on her creamy skin. This was exciting to him. As he whipped her, she struggled to no avail. He could see her pussy, and he could swear he saw pussy juice gleaming on her nether lips. He stopped. " Right. I understand the difficulty. Let me ring you back in a couple of minutes, while I check if the land can be done at that time of night."He closed the call, and immediately dialled for the Personalia. Getting through immediately, as usual, he asked whether the landing in Nigeria could be done at night, about 9 pm, as that would be best for the family to be collected. The response was everything he expected. "That is acceptable. It merely requires a calculation of departure time from.