I think I can relay the meaning of the message,’’ the Ambassador said.I spent four more days and nights on the campaign trail, then home again on ...unday night. The girls had spent the four days with me. They were spending Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday at JBG. Six weeks to the election.The first two wells in Cameroon were productive. The next two were dry - no oil or gas. The next four were productive. The pipelines were being run down to the trunk line to the refinery. Twelve hundred JBG. I was doomed to walk around in a perpetual state of arousal and had to constantly try to hide the evidence of my condition. I did get some interested glances from a few of the girls who, in spite of my efforts, were aware of my state of affairs and seemed proud to have had a part in my reaction.During the festivities I had to go to the bathroom and try to relieve my situation a little. I was just about to lock the door when it pushed open and Julie joined me in the room. She closed and locked. I don’t want or need anything else. I. Love. You. You are part of me know and I hope you are part of me.” He didn’t say anything for the longest time, just lay there, smiling that smile of his, the one that made me what to laugh, to hit him, to punch him, to kiss him and fuck him all at once. I started to become afraid he would laugh, or say something funny or stupid that any other time I might find endearing, but right now would completely ruin everything. Instead, he took my hands in his. . You put a little oil on your hands and started to massage my shoulders before leaning down for a kiss. Softly at first, then with more urgency, our mouths parting and our tongues exploring each other. I could feel my cock straining and pressing against you. It gave a throb and you broke the kiss. "It's seems we have another problem that needs taking care of." Moving down the bed you took me in your hand and lowered your head. Your hot, wet lips, engulfed the tip of my cock and I shuddered.