. for permission.Finally, after giving me two mind-numbing blowjobs, she had gotten me hard again with her tongue, hands and a little mouthwash. Now, ...he was done waiting. Every inch of her is pulling my dick to her hot pussy. Her legs are wrapped around me. Her hands are clawing at my ass. Her pelvis is bucking up to find the hard penetration she needs.She is powerful -- in body and in mind. I realize I have one last opportunity to control this cunt-creature that is writhing under me. I want. Enough philosophising, I thought as I turned my concentration to the little furry thing in front of my nose. "Just a quick lick and then we'll get ready," I said. As I inhaled her fragrance my tongue nibbled and prodded her clit and almost in a flash she was groaning and holding my head close to her as she bucked towards her climax."That was short and sweet. Thank you kind sir, and now lets get ready," she said and padded off to the bathroom.I showered in the guest bathroom so that we wouldn't. ” I smile at him while I nod again.He finishes patching me up just after that, and Andre walks up with my four bo-shuriken. He’s followed by a sergeant who offers to show us the Communications Center. Once there we soon have an encrypted call through to the Pentagon and on to John, with high level encryption. I give him a full run down on what happened, and he promises to see it’s sorted from his end. I also pass on the name of the medic, and ask if he can see he gets a few good mentions toward. Even leaving the garage-style door open the room temperature was well over one hundred degrees.The mold was carefully placed into a spring clamp that would hold it in place when I poured the molten iron into it. Using heavy insulated gloves I removed the ladle holding the molten iron. I rested it on the mold for a few minutes to warm it. I’d learned decades ago never to pour hot metal into a cold mold. Doing so could cause the metal to splatter back out of the mold, probably onto my face or.