Mario had a small movie camera. As I slid my cock slowly all the way up into her, the camera was on her face. "Pull out Peter. Honey, spread your l...ips for him. I want to get a video of his cock sliding into you." I fucked her slowly at first, but as her moans and words got louder I fucked her hard and fast. She was crying and laughing, looking down where my cock was slamming into her. She screamed, "Shoot your cum inside of me Peter. I want to feel your semen inside my fertile cunt."I. " The U.S. Ambassador is that important?" she asked."No. We are no more important than a number of other countries who buy their oil. The Kobekistanis know we need them more than they need us. The problem is, with respect ma'am, that you are a woman. The Emir has declared you to be a man in Kobekistani law, but there will be a Kobekistani military escort everywhere you go, to protect you." What in hell are they to protect me from?" she was getting angry."No respectable women are ever seen on. "Did that not alert your suspicions at the time?"Of course not, why would I have suspected something which at the time I 'knew' was impossible? I just assumed that maybe I'd happened across a town with a tiny gene pool or maybe even I millionaire town complete with the Barbie girl mail order brides. I was too young and naïve to be suspicious."So what happened?"I just did my normal thing; talked my way into a local hotel, borrowed some money of the kind-hearted landlord and plotted my next plan. At Jutta’s insistence, they were married secretly in a tiny chapel just the next week. A grand ceremony and celebration could wait. Jutta needed to begin her new life. And she needed the Count. That their confidant and mistress, the nun Maria, had been doing her best to excite and tease Jutta to the very edge, every day for a month, even adding the lovely, North African servant Fatima to their naughty escapades, no doubt contributed to Jutta’s haste. The couple boarded the Count’s private.