Marcus was hard and jaded, an affair with him wouldn’t be easy — especially for a woman like Sabrina — and he suspected that they would both hur... for it in the end. Perhaps he should enjoy dinner and then gently but firmly insist Sabrina go back to her husband? Marcus stood watching out the window and saw his carriage roll to a stop. Something suspiciously close to excitement shivered across his skin as he watched Sabrina emerge. One look and he knew that there’d be no turning her away. . Her arms were pinned beneath them. She couldn't say anything or reach out and pull his face between her legs. She wriggled the hairy little hole again.There was a harsh groan from the vicinity of her parted legs and the feel of his five o'clock shadow rubbing hard against the tender flesh. His short stiff tongue made quick exploring stabs into her hole. Ohhhh it did feel good. Not so good as the long hot thick tongues of the Danes who used to lick her from anus to button. But it felt good.She. ”“Legal attaché” was J. Edgar Hoover’s term for FBI agents stationed at U.S. embassies and consulates. Our guy here, José María Garibaldi, was pretty mellow, at least as far as FBI types go, but I’d heard stories about his early career that suggested his mellowness didn’t go very deep.The legal attaché and security officer were already seated when I arrived for lunch.“José María,” I extended my hand.“Michael, glad you could join us,” he answered.“Sure.”“Michael, I’ve got a story to tell you. I. Boy did i love the beach and i certainly could tell that Dave did too. We got out of the car and went to meet up with some of our friends.First i saw Jack lying on a towel smoking and holding his girlfriend Amy in his arms, then Rick further back sitting at the cafe sorounded by 3-4 chicks like always. That boy just had it in him, i thought. As we approached them Dave gave me a light punch on the back and told me to look to the left.There she was! Sandy in here cute tiny bikini-outfit playing.