'Yes! Make my little cock cum.' She started jerking my cock in time to her thrusts, getting harder and faster as we went on. 'I'm going to cum!' I scr...eamed, as the pleasure got too much. 'Yes! That's it. Cum for Mistress. Cum in my hand.' That was too much – the idea that she was my mistress, a kink I have jerked over loads of times, but never thought it would be reality. I came, spurting my load into her hand. She let me drop onto the bed, panting, worn out and in need of rest. She then. My throat was raw and my jaw ached. And my pussy, despite all the fingering I'd done, well, it was on fire."Ron, thinking the story over, turned to Thomas. "Seriously, Thomas, we can't thank you enough for making this happen for us," he poured."No additional thanks needed, Ron," Thomas grinned, "glad to be of service, and Marie has already expressed her gratitude."Marie saw her husband's eyes return to her own, saw the question there. "I wanted it so bad," she explained, "I was so happy, so. ." he smiled as I gave him a surprised look " ... like Bulby Spaulding I refer to the Iranians as 'Persians'– are no fools, and if they are putting resources into Somalia then they have got something more in mind than a just a chevauchée. Anyway I still think the Kenyan plan puts the fort, and all its defenders, at needless risk."Several days went by with us working feverishly to get the fort in a condition to hold off a determined and sustained attack. After what Harry had told me I was happy. The loft was fairly secure for several reasons. Uniformed cops rotated through the lobby of the Wrigley in six four-hour shifts. It was a barn door reaction, but understandable. They’d almost lost her once; were not about to take another chance.Should Blowtorch somehow get by one of them, it took a programmed card key to stop the elevator on five. The door to our loft could be blocked from the inside with a steel rod attached to a steel plate in the wooden floor.And, my Mossberg was always.