They were the locations I had pinpointed for him from my travels with one or another of the leaders. They had lots of storage sites and meeting places....Watson spent his days when he wasn’t planting bugs, just taking pictures. Hell we both did our things and we both were cold all day everyday. Me because under the heavy dress and the Hijab I was naked. The Muslim terrorist cell leaders liked their whore ready at all times to service them.I accompanied them almost everywhere. I was their. Her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration.‘Hurry!’ he heard her cry out in his mind. ‘Something wrong! It’s getting too hot!’ He glanced at the engine temperature readout. It was three thousand degrees and climbing. Stutter jets weren’t meant to run at that temperature. The entire craft could catch fire. He suddenly realized that the power he was feeling in the engines was constant. That was why the jet was getting so hot. There was no airflow between the bursts of fuel to cool it down.. ." I asked extremely nervously."Yes," she laughed, "but I am inviting you for the night out, not as entertainment for my Master." Oh," I exclaimed in relief."Before you agree, however, you should know that there are certain entrance requirements," she told me."What are the requirements?" I asked."They are different each week, and often for each person," she told me. "One thing in common, however, is no panties and a short skirt." Well, I can't wear panties at night anyway," I informed her. But don’t worry, you shall get special treatment which no one else got till date.She started sucking my balls and I realized I was on the verge to cum.Me: Oh fuck. I am about to cum. You slut, you’re much better than your sis n mom.I came hard, closing my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Prachi gulping every drop of my cumshot. She took my cock in her mouth again and started blowing it. She sucked it hard and it was rising at 90 degrees once again.P: Jiju, my virgin pussy awaits your hard.