Isn’t it always? Kelly continued in the development of her career in management, while Ray made even more big bucks, but still having to do it, wor...ing in London. It wasn’t, and never would be, ideal. Yes, he got home every two/three weekends , but by the time he’d driven home, and the time he had to leave, their wasn’t much time left, between. The boys were getting older, and Ray was losing touch with what and who they were. He didn’t know their friends, what they read, what films they. Receiving the usual obfuscation, I told the harried staff officer I would call the Air Operations Officer, Frontal Aviation for the whole of Saxony. I had no idea there was such an officer, but, a few minutes later I get a call back from the same officer I spoke to earlier.Apparently, a visiting Allied dignitary had requested a joint flypast of Soviet and British aircraft as a display of the close friendship between us. Little evidence of this close friendship is apparent at staff level. "We're almost there," Rachel murmured, disrupting my thoughts. We'darrived in the village she lived in. I'd never actually been to her homebefore. She pulled into a driveway and stopped the car, turning off theengine and handing me the keys. "You let yourself in the front door,"she began. "I'm gonna go around the back. My neighbour is the nosiestcow I've ever met and I'm guessing you don't want her asking about theman you came home with if you bump into her later." Rachel certainlyseemed to be. I licked his big balls over and over again, all the while getting wetter and wetter between the legs as I submitted to him. I felt like a dirty little whore.He grabbed my head with both hands, and told me to open wide. I obeyed. He shoved his cock straight down my throat. I could not move my head or resist at all, and his huge organ cut off my air supply. I started to panic and gag, but he knew how long he could keep it in my throat before I would pass out. He withdrew enough for me to take a.