It was Julie. Her top was pulled down to bare her large breasts. Her skirt was hitched up with no underwear to be seen. Her hair was a mess and her li...pstick was smeared, a million miles from her usual perfect prim-and-proper look, but it was definitely Julie. Judging by the way she was sucking Martin's big cock again, eagerly and expertly, I realised that Julie really was no angel. Even if I hadn't read what I had, I would have been able to tell this obviously wasn't the first time she'd done. No one else knew what was going on, at least that's what I thought at the time. 'Besides,' I reasoned, 'he probably deserves to know how she's reacting.' So I told him the whole story about how she felt ashamed of herself after last night and how adamant she'd been this morning that she wasn't going to do it again. But even as I spoke, a solution dawned on me.“Why don't you talk to her?” I asked him. I'd already said everything I could think of to reassure her and it clearly wasn't working.. His mission was to investigate the unit he was being assigned to.One of the two local MP Companies. He got a crash history of what theunits primary mission was.The 437th was a Phase One STRAF deployment unit. In event of an Alert theunit had only four hours to clear US Airspace in deployment to where everit was needed.The big problem was there were suspected drug dealers in the unit. But noone could just go in to investigate, they already knew everyone. Or hadcontacts to verify who everyone. ”“Arre jiju, I had bank work which I just completed in the morning. I am quite free today. As I told you I am on leave this week and join work from Monday. What will you have – tea, coffee or some juice?” Well, I wanted to tell her that I wanted you or more specifically your pussy juice.I said, “Anything, Sana. Tea would be fine if it’s not a trouble for you and of course you should join me for the tea.” She went to the kitchen to make tea. I started checking messages on my iPad. The maid.