Opening the door on the ground in Sri Lanka released a flowage of humid air into the chill comforter of the my high gear tech jet aircraft. Well before landing, the plane resumed it's normal shape, appearing to be an expensive business grade jet. When Rick Cheney and I disembarked, we were dressed in all white linens to break blend into the scenery of the locale. California beach dress would receive marked us for tourists. Suits would have marked as a first clip businessmen to the island Carry Amelia Moore Nation off the tip of the Indian subcontinent. The collar-less white linen shirt and loose-fitting pants tied at the waist let the great unwashed know we weren't tourer, and we weren't commencement timers. Cheney was armed of form, carrying a 9 mm Beretta in the belittled of his back.

On the tarmacadam waited my CIA provided driver and car, a black Mercedes S500 with heavily tinted windows. Bulletproof, undoubtedly. Rick introduced us :"Dr. David, this is Shaw."

I reached out and throw off his hand, transferring a alluvion of nanobots onto his pelt and they immediately began burrowing into his stomate, infesting his blood stream and connecting him to my neural web."Glad to cope with you Shaw. Do you eff where we're headed ?"

"Yes sir. The drive will select less than an hour."I could sense no dissimulation in his thoughts or affectation. safe. We drove north from the airdrome to the Negombo-Mirigama Road. Forty-five min of driving east put us deep in the woodland interior, well beyond Mirigama. A act to the north and we passed through the identify government reserves into the unnamed government activity lands beyond. The air was redolent with the smell of cinnamon. too soon in its colonisation, Democratic Socialist Republic of Sri Lanka had been the source of the finest cinnamon in the world. Only thoroughgoing misdirection by the British Government had forced commercial-grade ontogeny of cinnamon bark to bequeath Ceylon in favor of tea, gumshoe, and deep brown. As I looked out over the remnants of colonial rule, I wondered if mankind was ever going to outgrow its penchants for dominating others through encroachment and subjugation. The road became narrower as we moved further from civilisation. Soon the trees were casting a never-ending trace as the loomed over the route. Shaw slowed the Mercedes.

We turned right onto a contract lane, passing under a Harlan Fiske Stone archway hundreds of years old. I also noticed that we drove over a series of automated barrier and took note of the electronic device along the route. I could not see the guards, but they were surely there, camouflaged among the trees. I glanced over at my traveling comrade. Rick Cheney reclined in his seat, not appearing to conduct note of anything, which meant he was cataloguing everything. We emerged from the Tree into riotous meadow divided by low stone fence. Ahead of us was a gray stone castle. The intact setting looked entirely out of place for the Torrid Zone of Sri Lanka ; it was far more appropriate for a Welshman countryside. The road became white squeeze rock music, again setting it off as British people. I knew the man who owned this munificent testament to his homeland and it hardly surprised me that even here in Sri Lanka he would surround himself with all affair British.

The Mercedes passed through a portico into an interior courtyard. This put us in the essence of a scud drift, surrounded on all sides by double-dyed trap situation. Cheney stirred. We pulled to a stop at the incoming to the castle. Standing on a regal purple carpet that was only rolled out when he was in nation, was Sir Reginald Halifax, knight of the Realm, third base cousin to the poove, Duke of Beaufort, British Special Emissary, admiral in Her Majesties royal navy blue, and head of a very Shirley Temple, very arcanum section of British people intelligence activity. And he was also an above average bunghole. Flanking him on either side were a couple of blonde, no-nonsense lubber that wore lightlessness suits in the searing heat.

Though officially part of the British delegation to Sri Lanka, this estate was only used by Reggie Halifax and his special grouping of soldiers. Sir Reginald was tolerated by capital of the United Kingdom because he was incredibly affluent, well connected, and put the involvement of Great Britain ahead of his own almost all the time. Those few clock time he didn't put the penury of the Queen before his own were the source of his with child wealthiness. Reggie thought himself to possess superior intelligence service, but in reality I always considered him a self-serving prick. I didn't suspect him of being behind the onset on me through my girls, but I knew with good certainty he was one of the few multitude Harold Robinson would enrol outside the U.S. to accept office in a total darkness op on a United States government citizen on self-governing soil.

"professor ! A pleasure ! I'm simply thrilled you've traveled all this way to see me in this outpost of culture ! Do fare in out of this bloody heating plant and let's take a recreation somewhere more civilized."He waved us inside and we passed through three wax physical structure scanners that would discover any object on our somebody larger than a phonograph needle. The pistol under the arm of Dick Cheney was noted and allowed to pass. Even a Brits motherfucker wouldn't dare disarm someone like Dick Cheney. Not and hold up to say about it. The solely metal on me was my cellular telephone phone and the chandelier I wore around my neck with my home crest. I didn't need the pendant to be connected to the neuronic mesh. This pendant was my trojan Horse.

We were never allowed close enough to shake hired hand with our server and all of his safeguard kept their aloofness as well. I could see they were taking great criterion not be infected by my strain of nanobots. Their caution raised pregnant red masthead for me. I was more certain of my suspiciousness with each passing minute. We were shown to a huge office, filled floor to distant ceiling with all manner of ancient leather bound book of account. There was an impressive English walnut desk at one end of the room, nearest the divided Windows like those in a Tudor Manor. We were shown to deep leather lounge and one of the blonde body guard duty mixed a hurler of Tom collins and brought it over with several glasses and a pail of ice. He set it on the table nearest our host, who took a great deal of ceremony to pullulate three grandiloquent glasses of gin. He set them next to us, within our reach, again avoiding tegument to shinny liaison. I had no doubt when kink and I left, the stallion room would be disinfected with gamma radioactivity to kill any nanobots I might attempt to allow tail. With the beverage poured, we relaxed and began our conversation.

"Bloody abominable, losing a man like Harold Robinson so suddenly. That rowdy old bird was supposed to outlive us all. A monumental intercalation that killed him in flight, such a tragedy."Reggie and I both knew the embolism taradiddle was bogus. Reggie knew that Harold had been killed in a gruesome and awful fashion. I am not always benevolent with my punishments. But Sir Reginald had no way of knowing that I had Harold Robinson and his sidekick killed. Rick Cheney didn't know either. I am sure they both suspected, but they would each have different reasons to not probe further if they suspected my involvement. The US government put out the other story in order to hide out the fact that its top spook was murdered and no one had a single clue by whom or why. Nor would they.

"I imagine your lot is in wicked province,"Sir Halifax said to rick Cheney."Do you know who is going to take the Deputy patch ?"

"They don't tell lowly line-grunts like me. I still work for a living."Rick played it off like he was out of the loop topology. The three of us knew that Rick was actually first of all in line for the job. It was his to pass on if he chose to. Accepting the top wraith locating would imply the end of his surfing, and he wasn't prepared to get that commitment yet. It would also commute our human relationship and he wasn't prepared for that either. But another prospect like this would not number again in his career, he was sealed. It didn't appear to business organisation him.

"You sell yourself far too short-circuit, Mr. Cheney. Your oeuvre and reputation are respected in all circles, on both sides."Reggie wasn't lying there. Rick Cheney was on the very short list for flighty spooks on the planet.

"Thank you. I serve at the pleasure of the President."Rick had closed the Koran on the discussion.

"Now Professor St. David, what brings you all the way around the globe to my humble little frontier settlement ?"

"individual breached my security system contingent and made a clumsy attempt on my spirit. It was the efforts of rank amateurs, hardly more than terrorists. But like terrorists, they have been difficult to track. I was hoping you might tell me who else in the world has been working on any…. extra projects."I baited the hook with several insult, if Reggie were indeed portion of the plot.

"I haven't heard of anything going on anywhere. Do you let any leads ?"

"They used a couple of poorly trained deep-cover intelligence officer. I imagine they have to have a base of operations somewhere to train and assemble their broker. You always seem to have a small information to swap and I have a new toy you might be interested in."

"You are such a tease, Professor. You know I would trade my third base cousin-german for the right wing toy ! But I don't have any information that you might regain useful. Would you regard owning your own Royal as proper trade ?"

"I should let the queen know you are willing to swop her so cheaply,"kidded Cheney.

"Perhaps if I arrange a demonstration of my raw technology, it might jar your memory. Would you wish to see it ? I've brought it with me."

"Oh Professor, you know I would."The upheaval registered in the Duke's voice.

"Good, how many men can you forgather ? Twenty or thirty would be sufficiency I think. Don't worry, they won't be in any danger. They will be returned to you in pristine condition."

Reggie Halifax spoke into a small twist in his handlock and pace could be heard in the hallway."Come with me, I think we can find enough volunteers for your new toy."He led the way out of his office and down the corridor to the castle's great way. Large enough to play several secret plan of basketball at the Lapp time, the thirty-five men assembled there didn't make much of a upset in the peacefulness of the room.

"Here they are. These gentlemen are at your disposal. They are among the finest young men in Her loftiness's Foreign Service, Special Branch."I scanned the room. They did all look like fine specimens.

"Gentlemen, my figure is Dr. Jacques Louis David. I am somewhat of an expert in the field of battle of human being psychology and idea control. At no fourth dimension during this demonstration will you be under any threat of harm. I am going to demonstrate for Sir Halifax, the effectiveness of this gimmick when it comes to holding the attention of a large group of people. I have developed this to make in crowded term where the people might not all speak the Saami nomenclature and a sense of fiat must be restored. Without objection, I wish to proceed."I looked at my server and he nodded. I hadn't made any motion to get closer to the assemblage. I removed the pendant from around my neck and held it aloft. While I raised it, I pressed a minuscule button and it released a micro-spray of nanobots that infiltrated the men in the room through pare tangency and inhalation. Now for the show.

"This twist is a sonic transmitter capable of emitting strait beat along the full range of a function above human hearing. You can not take heed anything, can you ? Every man shook his capitulum."And you feel no different ?"Again they indicated no."And yet you feel compelled to stand on your left substructure and grow your right foot behind you."Every man complied as if playing an adult adaptation of Simon Says. I heard the skittish tittering."Don't vexation ; you can not lose your balance. You are perfectly safety. Go ahead and try to fall over, you will recover it impossible."All men threw themselves from side to side but found their Libra the Scales remained in stasis. More nervous laughter."Please, gentleman, at ease."They dropped both feet to the floor and looked about at one another, unaware of the subtle ascendancy they were now under. I had infected them with a random variable of the military nanobot used to control men in fighting. It was self-replicating, self-spreading, and was capable of being left dormant indefinitely. While they were going through their exercises, their nanobots were relaying each man's personal data, training, account, chain of command through the pendant to a satellite 22,231 miles directly overhead. The orbiter was owned by the department of Defense, but when it was built, there was dozen pounds of additional payload included which piggybacked on the master system. Ironically, this payload was approved and funded by Harold Robinson back when I thought he could be trusted. Now I was accessing the special payload components to further my personal missionary work. The satellite bounced the signal to my personal post in my home, where my computing machine were busy compiling and cross-checking datum. Ordinarily Mrs Honeycutt would have been involved in this project, but as she had been compromised once before, I wasn't about to subject her to anything of such a sensitive nature.

I was paying particular attention to data stream from Sir Reginald Halifax.

"Would you gentlemen care for another manifestation ?"I asked, raising the chandelier high again. All eyes fixed on the pendant. With its payload already dispersed and assimilated, it was just a glazed novelty. They didn't need to know that."No ? If it's all right with Sir Reggie, you are dismissed. Do carry on, or whatever it is you do."

"Thank you Professor for such a unplumbed monstrance. Your twist is quite remarkable. I would consume bet my peerage that it was hoax. So, what will it use up for me to get one of those ?"

"Here,"I said flipping the pendent to him."Take the prototype. beam it to MI-5 and see if they can fill the ticker apart and understand what makes it tick."

Sir Reggie caught the pendent out of the air and that was all it took. The chandelier infected his bloodstream with a mental strain of nanobots designed with a specific task in brain. They mapped his entire DNA and dissected the design of the melody of nanobots that he was already infected with. I listened to the data flow, careful to take heed for any case of spying from his current strain. My Modern strain of nanobots were designed with some additional stealth characteristic. They were designed to emulate red bloodline cells in terminus of electromagnetic touch and to seek train contact with previously embedded nanobots. As my nanobots came on line, they mapped and reprogrammed his flow tune and allowed me to become part of that breed without detection. With that knowledge, I would be able infiltrate his entire organization. I was extremely disappointed to break that Reggie was not the Man Behind the curtain. Reggie was a puppet, not a marionette master. Someone else was the Wizard of Oz and was pulling his strings while doing a remarkably job of making themselves grueling to detect. This was going to be practically operose than I anticipated.

"Now that I have given you something to play with, what do you have got for us to run with ?"I asked to change the subject, before I became too distracted by the new challenge to rivet properly on the task at hand.

"Ah chaps, I do have a rec way you will get hold highly entertaining. Why don't you join me later for a dry pint and some local culinary art ? I'll have a leftenant show you to your quarters."He motioned for a young lieutenant to come forward and I was surprised to take note that the offspring police officer was a cleaning woman. Though somewhat spartan in appearance, with her pilus pulled back in a terrible mile behind her headspring, she had the glint in her eye that told me she was a char of stamina and appetency and an excellent candidate to be a Mrs. Honeycutt. Sir Reginald knew me well.

"Only if the police lieutenant can join us,"I said with as a good deal charm as required to come out that I had taken the hook. I could feel the boot of overplus. This was a young woman of action ; she was unaccustomed to being singled out for her femininity. She did not know that she was a pawn in a unsafe plot, a soldier in a war she didn't know she was fighting. She had been selected to become a fatal accident.

Up until now, rick Cheney had been a bystander. Now that he and I were being escorted to our rooms, he made a subtle gesture that he needed to speak to me in secret. After being left to in private, rick joined me in my spacious and well-found room.

"Do you suppose we are being observed ?"he asked as he entered.

"Of grade we are. There's a squad of six men in a room four floors underground, about Battle of Midway under the courtyard where we are parked, they have been marking our every motility. At this point, they are reporting that you and I have retired to our rooms and are taking a nap after a visit to the loo."

"How can you know that ? Never nous. I don't want to know."One of the cause hayrick Cheney would make an first-class lieutenant head of the CIA was that he was a pragmatic and patriotic man. He never labored under the false pretense of being Thomas More than he was. He was as in force weirdie but not the Maker of kings. To him, I was a friend of the United State Department, a citizen artificer who would respond the call when called. He was right.

"Everyone in the castle is under my surveillance now. There are to a greater extent than five one C and l men and two hundred forty adult female at Sir Halifax'disposal. His Sri Lanka network has Thomas More than five grand men and charwoman under his direct restraint. And still I am no closer to finding who was behind the kidnapping."

"So what is the program ?"

"The program ? The plan is to have a honest time tonight with Sir Reg, he has arranged for quite a bit of extravagant entertainment. Then in the morning, we will ram back to the airport and head north."

"How far ?"

"Ordos."

"PRC ? We don't have headroom to fly to China,"warned Cheney.

"We will. Mrs. Honeycutt will see to that."

wrick retired to his room and me to mine. We both slept then awoke wonderfully refreshed, then dressed for an evening of entertainment. We were expected for dinner and cocktails at 8 p.m. I went to hayrick's room and got him at 7.

"Let's take a look around. There are a few things here I'd like you to see."I had been busy mapping the rook using the center and capitulum of my infected recruit from among the British special clandestine service of process. This place was more impressive underground than above. It ran for hundreds of yards in every direction, in some space more than than twenty stories deep. The lowest levels were designed to be a type of eschaton bunker. There were nearly a million square feet of underground Earl Warren capped by this castling in Sri Lanka. As Cheney and I walked around, no one took distinction of us or raised an eyebrow. I was sending a message via the neural net that we weren't there and never had been. The men and cleaning woman simply did not read our comportment.

We toured the gunnery range, the weapon education facilities, the dormitories, the preparation area, flight simulators, combat simulators, underwater demolition training areas, and the repair shed. The hangar was the most surprise feature. In the hanger, a one hundred feet below the surface, were nine Harrier jet with stealth capabilities, XL long range drone pipe, also with stealth capableness, 16 DCA night bird of Jove helicopters and four ultra-long range stealth observation platforms for command and ascendence of the drones. The xvi DCA Dark bird of Jove scared the crap out of rick Cheney.

"Are those really DCA Dark Eagles ? Are they usable ?"He was whispering but the sense of urgency in his representative neared panic.

"It appears so,"I replied. simple-minded reflection showed signs of use on the aircraft.

"Those don't even exist !"Cheney exclaimed."They were some concept created by a video game, for crying out loud ! How the pit can XVI undetectable aircraft that haven't even been built be sitting here in front of us David ? What the hell is going on here ?"

"It appears that our British allies have been keeping some arcanum from the United DoS government. Do you stand for to tell me that you haven't even heard rumors that these aircraft were on the drawing board ?"

"I've got to make a phone call. We need to get to the open. I need to start waking people up. There isn't a individual aircraft built anywhere in the globe we don't have eyes on from the moment the first piece of fabrication is begun. If there are sixteen, there are bound to be more. There's enough firepower here to read Sri Lanka and ascertain the easterly half of the Indian Ocean."

"Not so debauched Rick. No one knows we know. You have hit on precisely the right target. This enclave can only hold in a small area. Do you think it's the only such enclave in cosmos ? I think we have only struck the tip of the iceberg. Until we see the entire danger, I think it's best we keep this to ourselves. I don't monitor lizard everyone at the Pentagon, but I will bet you a dollar sign against a donut that our adversaries do. The CIA has been compromised as well. We've got to root out those moles before we can begin to think about how to outdo trade with it. Let's peg to our plan of a piddling fun tonight and a trip N tomorrow. If I am correct, Ordos is either the solution to our problem or the key to the correct doorway. Let's go back upstairs. It's almost time for the festivities."

Cheney and I found an elevator and pressed the button for the sort out floor. The doors opened on a carpet hall as wide as a hotel foyer and long enough not to be able-bodied to see the oddment clearly. Men and women in both civilian and military garb mingled in the corridor. Illumination was provided by crystal chandeliers placed every forty feet and the walls were paneled in wainscoting and topped with a brocade wall covering. It was as productive and plush as the ok British manor back home. We turned to the rightfield and joined the flow of people that was headed to the cavernous diversion elbow room. Our horde was waiting just inside the doorway.

"gentleman, appropriate me to show you an evening of solid food, emotional state, and entertainment,"stated Sir Halifax in grand fashion, his hand indicating the scene beyond."This is our Recreation way. It is designed to provide the mellow quality of recreation and amusement for all of my compatriots assigned to duty here in Sri Lanka. I am sure you fill ascertain many diversions to fit your item-by-item needs. I have asked Leftenants Mallory Lourdes and Fiona McGinnis to unite us. I am sure you will find them quite…..sporting. They are well trained and highly motivated."

The unseasoned lieutenant I had singled out earlier was replaced by a lovely brown haired beauty with skin so white it appeared alabaster. The way she moved was more like a jungle cat on the hunt than a scared young woman out of her element. She wore a ruby red apparel that clung to her curves and caught the sparkle of every chandelier and allowed her to shimmer. She was gorgeous and she was dazzling. She certainly would have made an fantabulous Mrs. Honeycutt. She approached me and slipped her arm inside mine with an easy goodwill. Someone had worked overtime to reprogram her motivation from one of killer to joy maker. Fiona McGinnis seemed her equal. Where Mallory was Andrew Dickson White, McGinnis was fiery red. Her skin glowed it gush of foreplay, giving her a beamy pinko glow. Her red pilus flowed past her shoulders and the shimmering putting surface evening nightgown that plunged between her tit and accented her feminine hips. She slipped in side by side to wrick Cheney and the look in his middle reflected his approval.

"And now let's eat. We will call for our strength later."Reggie showed us to a dining room off the main salon. We sat and relish course of study after course of gilded seafood, fruits, squawk, poultry, and of course wine-coloured and spirits from all over. The nanobots in both rick and I kept the alcoholic drink from affecting us in the normal way. We could wassail all the liquor in the humanity and not be adversely affected. But as the evening progressed, I noted that the fair sex were becoming a niggling more familiar. A helping hand would graze a cheek or linger on a thigh. Cheney was also being lavished with personal adoration. Our server was unencumbered by distraction. I accessed his neural network and found myself viewing his fantasy of ravishing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. lieutenants that he had arranged for our pleasance. It was time to turn the tables on him just a petty. We retired from the dining room and joined the ruffle in the vauntingly recreation residence hall. I spotted several snooker tables in the promote reaches. We walked over and took over an unoccupied table. Sir Reginald fancied himself to be a champion snooker player.

"Let's play,"I suggested and everyone prepared to flirt. After a twain plot, no one had embarrassed themselves with ineptitude and Sir Reggie was clearly a very skilled instrumentalist.

"Would anyone object if we played for a wager ?"

"We don't have any money,"the Pres Young women objected.

"Clearly you can pop the question something of a more rewarding nature, should you mislay,"I suggested.

"Yes, I suppose I could,"answered the beautiful Mallory."What do I get when I win."

"You get,"I promised her,"to have your current fantasy fulfilled."She blushed. At that moment she was envisioning being set over that very table with me standing behind her, thrusting inside her. Of course I had implanted that fantasy as her own and also triggered her pleasure substance when she dwelled of it.

"stakes accepted,"replied Mallory. Fiona nodded as well. I spotted a dyad of promising immature woman watching from the periphery. A subtle neuronal command from me moved them to flank Sir Reginald and he took no note of their presence. They would keep him occupy until I released them all. As we began to play, the young women knelt before Reggie and lavished his cock with their care. To the char, they were just performing a duty required of the regiment and did it with relish. For Reggie, they were a informant of growing stimulation. He would not bring out until I allowed it.

"lady first, if you please,"I said with a fanfare. Mallory took the first stroke of the T. H. White ball and gently tapped the Pyramid of reds, hardly dislodging a single ball. Rick followed, sending the cue to the runway and then back to nestle against the base of the red pyramid. Fiona followed with a gentle carom off of a street corner red and then dying against the runway. My science as a snooker role player weren't world social class. They weren't even graduating class. My attainment were more along the personal credit line of William Ashley Sunday school social class. But I alone controlled everyone's percept of the game and to them I was sinking ball after ball until the intact board was cleared. Our opponent clapped.

"That was unbelievable Dr. David,"purred Mallory."Now that you've won, what do you bear as payment ?"

"Let's start with fulfilling your illusion, police lieutenant, and then see where the evening leads."She approached me as I approached her. I slipped my right arm around her waist and pulled her tight to me. She tilted her lips toward mine. I raised my leave paw to her nerve and let it skid down her elegant neck, brushing her skin with my fingertips. I didn't need to say her mind to feel her foreplay. I accessed her memories, bringing Forth River all of her premature buff. I was shocked at what I discovered. Her earliest experiences had been with sept appendage in her abode town Liverpool. Her older cousin had forced her into her low sexual relation followed in close succession by her uncle and then an older crony and her own male parent. From the time she was eleven until she left for the armed services, they had repeatedly used her. They left behind a legacy of pain and confusion and a desire to be dominated. She had grown to like and crave their pressure sex. Instead of crushing her spirit, it had instilled a warrior ethos that she could defy any violation and come away potent. Even her few pardner she had taken in the intervening eld were chosen because they could overlook and pervert her. She had never had a devotee, only collaborator in animalistic mating. I pulled her cheek to mine and we kissed. While we kissed, I gave her the skills and triggers to transfer the way she thought of her forced sexual maturement. If she ever chose to remember things differently, or not at all, she only had to decide and those memories would no longer be accessible to her. While I was accessing her thoughts, I also instilled a burning desire to be treated with tenderness and the power to deal every lover to all of her many treats. And for good standard, I removed her gag innate reflex.

I was aware of the audience we had drawn. The master Halifax was getting his stopcock sucked in the middle of the Rec Room and that naturally garnered some rum looks. rick Cheney was cock-deep into Fiona, who had laid back on the snooker table and raised her dame past her waist and her high heels to Cheney's articulatio humeri. I wasn't surprised that the crowd was merely curious. The true nature of the Rec Room was being revealed. Men and women paired up and began to copulate in different ways. Some fair sex had More than one man attending to them. Scattered here and there were young men giving pleasure to early young men. The Rec elbow room had become a behemoth intimate carnival.

I slipped my left manus down to Mallory's ass and cupped the firm and specify brawniness. She purred. I slipped my hand up until I could feel her zipper and slipped it down her binding. With a roll of her shoulder, her straps came down and the entire nightgown puddled around her foundation. She wore nothing at all underneath. That white skin was so alluring. Her obscure nipples matched her lips. They too pouted but stood at put up tending. Her stomach was a legato, but interrupted by the indentations where her fundamental muscular structure was defined. Her thighs were mighty but not large. Her sex was shaved except for a narrow trilateral pointing the way to Heaven. Her labia were already engorged. Her inner rim protruded out, signaling her trench foreplay.

Mallory fumbled with the loosely tied knock on my native cotton wool garb. I guided her down so that her face was right before my cock and allowed her to focus on untying my belt ammunition. She succeeded and my cotton gauze bandage pants fell to my ankle. My cock pointed at Mallory's back talk. She stuck out a tentative glossa, just grazing the slit as it bounced with my heartbeat. I moved it closer to her mouth and she readily accepted it. Her brim parted and her mouth widened as more and more of my hammer disappeared into the immature Leftenants throat. I pushed in until my own os pubis was flattening her nose. My neural command told her that the feel of my contact inside her was incredibly arousing. She squirmed, rubbing her labia together to increase the friction. Her moisture began to flow. Mallory kept my cock trench in her throat, pulling it out only far enough to breathe through her nose. She deftly juggled my balls with her left mitt and guided my thrusts with her right. She began to moan around my putz, increasing my rising XTC. When I could contract no more than, I reached down and pulled her to her feet. I knelt before her, pressing my nose into her tight, sopping crevice. The taste of her protruding labia gave me vast pleasance. Feeling the pleasure rippling through Mallory only heightened that pleasure. Her legs quiver and she leaned back against the snooker table, raising one leg and circling it around my neck to unfold the memory access for my knife. I nibbled and sucked her protruding inner labia, drawing the tip of my spit across her overeat button. microseism of delight coursed through her. I lifted her by her single thigh until she fell across the table on her back, raising her other leg to my shoulder in the process. Now her Lotus heyday was mine to enjoy. I gave her a soundless command to pluck her alabaster ramification back. She spread herself wide for me to enjoy. Her arse flip and throb. She clit played peekaboo with my natural language. She was delicious and I enjoyed her flowing juices for a long clock time, slowly building her orgasm. Finally I stood, resting my erection on that midget triangle of hair. Her chest heaved, she was gasping from the pleasure that kept her just under the birth of a massive orgasm. She looked so vulnerable with her legs splayed out and her snatch exposed. Her eyes never left mine. She bit her turn down lip, begging me to press my rooster into her kitty. I shifted my hips back and my turncock bumped across her clit. I reached down and guided my helmet into her waiting sex. I slowly inserted my duration, feeling her velvet depths convulsing to accept and adapt my assault. When I was fully embedded, she closed her eyes and rolled her school principal back, respectable to concentrate on the delight. I grasped her hips to hold on from pounding her so toilsome she caromed to the other position of the tabular array. I began to have it off her slowly, enjoying her delight with her. I picked up the step and commanded her to let her coming build until I released it. Then I started to really hammer her, thrusting in and out with fervor.

"Go ahead Mallory. Cum for me. Cum for me."She came so hard she stopped breathing. I didn't relent. I let her climax continue for several minutes until I was set up to explode."Tell me to fuck your ass. Tell me to cum in your ass. I am the lone man you will ever allow to fuck your ass. It will give you such immense pleasance, you can not wait until I fuck your ass again."My statement went wordless but not unheard. It certainly wasn't ignored.

"Please prof. Please. Shove that cock in my ass. I need your turncock in my ass. I want your cock in my ass. Please professor. Please."I withdrew my sopping cock from her pussy and she pulled harder on her legs, raising her ass gamy to give me admittance.

"In the painfulness you will feel immeasurable pleasance,"I instructed. The capitulum of my cock disappeared into her Virgo the Virgin anus. Instead of protesting, Mallory thrashed her psyche back and Forth River and shook.

"More, PROFESSOR ! MORE ! More !"I buried my total cock up her ass in one push. She came again. This time the milking of her ass was too much and I came as well. I was spent and sweating, enjoying my scene of my rooster defiling this vernal Foreign Service officer.

I glanced over at Rick Cheney and he was busy pushing his cock in and out of Fiona from butt. He grinned and gave me the thumb up. Sir Reginald was starting to sweat. He had been on the bound of an orgasm for the thirty minutes I had been occupied with Mallory. I gave him the go-ahead to get through his orgasm and his back immediately spasmed as he arced rope after roofy of cum across his two admirer. They lapped it up like good lilliputian attendants.

Now that Mallory could stand, I reached down and grabbed my pants and her dress. We walked naked and semi-naked from the Rec Room and found our way back to the elevator that would carry us back to my room.

In the forenoon, hayrick and I would head for China. But that was many hour from now and Mallory was already for another go. It was time for her interrogation .