The Marshal asked, "What can I do? Anything?"I told the Marshal, "You can stay silent and pray everything goes as planned. I may need you to intervene... later, but not beforehand." Got it," the Marshal said.Sam asked me, "Do you think you can make a shot like that? The way it looks and sounds, it's like somewhere around thirteen to fourteen hundred yards. That's beyond the accuracy of almost any kind of rifle."I said, "I've never fired from that distance, but from the looks of the operation, I. "Gus gave a short laugh. "The guy at Heathrow ain't talking, and we don't know how he came into England. He's got no passport or ID. No one at customs or immigration remembers him and he's not on any cameras except in Terminal 2 where he found you."I kicked myself for not hanging on to the passport and ID. "I saw the stamp on his passport, and I saw his Virginia license. I know Marks had to have sent him." We've checked the manifest on Marks jet. He's not listed."Nika suddenly had an idea. "We. Then she cried out, he felt a wetness, as she reached for him. ‘Ian …. Agh… Ian!’ She was beyond herself, beyond any knowing except him. She wanted him, wanted to feel his fullness inside her. He was on her, she was helping him, guiding him, then he was sliding in, and felt a surge that brought him to that inexpressible peak. It backed off, and he plunged in again, deep, she embraced him all. He made love to her slowly, trying to draw it out, make it last. He wanted it never to end, and yet he. He moved up straddling Barbara's face jerking his thirteen inches of black cock. Barbara was still out of it, deep in her body wrenching orgasm when Bull's cock spewed on her face. Barbara felt the hot slimy stuff hit her, making her open her eyes and instinctively her mouth. She gobbled at Bull's pulsating meat trying to suck up his fresh sperm as it drained from him. She grabbed his tool milking it with both hands, sucking at it, swallowing as much of his load as she could get in her mouth..