My girlfriend nodded her head pointing down the stairs, indicating that she wanted to go back instead of continuing up the stairs and I agreed. It see...med pointless now.Just as she turned around and started walking down, I pulled her close. This was the perfect setting for me – out in public in an office building, dim to no lights, barely any people around and I wanted her badly.I turned Surbhi around and faced her, looking deep into her eyes for a minute. She had gone wide-eyed for a moment but. Awww baby. Fuck, this little ass is going to be so good, he says as he slides his finger in and out of me. Lets loosen you up just a bit though. Again I can hear him digging through his bag. He pours cold liquid over my asshole and then rubs it in and around the tight ring. Holding it in front of my face he silently shows me the anal plug. It is thick and red, and it makes me shake with fear. I am shaking my head back and forth no, but he pays me no attention. Slowly he starts to shove the plug. Fortunately, Mr. A. Patel was assumed to have been removed from the chessboard in the sweep by British Intelligence of my cell and several other cells operating in London some six years ago. I was now known as a solid Canadian citizen by the name of Al Brown Jr. It was a dull name, but it served to place me in the middle of the head where I felt much safer than with the real name of my decimated clan in Pakistan.I was the associate translator and advisor to the low-level Canadian Intelligence. He began massaging her stomach with both his hands. He used his fingers in a sort of drumming motion. The sensation was different, close to being tickled, but better. He had been massaging her like this for 10 minutes and still hadn’t touched her breasts. When he finally began kneading her breasts, her anticipation only served to amplify the sensation. After massaging only her breasts for the last five minutes, he then leaned down and took her one nipple between his lips. He then used his.