.. get ready... I'm getting on you..."She sank her feverishly hot and drippingly wet glove of vaginal flesh onto my iron-hard rod. I was so hard that...it was almost painful, but it was also surprisingly easy to hold off from coming too quickly as she slowly began to ride my bucking hips. She told me to look into her eyes and keep mine open. With each thrust she began to spit into my face as she so loved to do while fucking her bound male slave, over and over, until her saliva coated my whole. I spent better than an hour reviewing points in the conversation with him and President Bisset. I had expected the French would come up with a decision to perform the raid themselves. The more the conversation carried on, the more I knew France was not going to carry it out themselves.It would be too much of a political bombshell and he felt the National Police could not plan a raid of that size in that area without it being leaked. Then there would be the fallout with the government. Politics. Marines: white hat, dark blue tunic with gleaming brass buttons, slightly lighter blue trousers, boots shined to the point of perfection, and a white belt with a ceremonial sword.As he did so the four 'Corporals' fell into position round him as an escort and the Colonel/Corporal said, "Sir, I have orders to take you to the Palace of the Emir, so please follow the two men in front of you. If you resist, I assure you that we will enforce the Emir's order."The Marine considered this, and then. Once we both wanted to meet for a movie and spend some good time. So we met at the same mall where I met her some time ago. We enjoyed the movie and completed the dinner also. After that, she was about to book a cab to go home. I offered to drop her for which she agreed immediately.So I took her in my bike and reached her home. On the way to home, she got a call from her parents stating that they are going to attend a marriage in the outskirts and would be reaching home late. She informed me.