“Want me to help you out” I said as I reached out to rub his growing hard on.“Fuck me Jane,” he said “you’re a slut,” He asked. “I am ...the same as your mother” I replied as I unzipped him and let loose the hardening shaft and tugged out his heavy ball sack, I knew they would be full again as I knelt and took the bellend into my mouth. I licked and sucked at his knob, felt it hardened in my mouth as I gripped his waist and pushed the bellend down my throat relaxing it allowing it to slide down. The dance of the seven veils took on new meaning when Marisol Hari used it to catapult her presence into the den of scheming spies and assassins swirling about in a backdrop of black market deals and international arms trafficking. Her luscious hips were a perpetual motion machine that distracted eyes and brains while she plotted to find chinks in every player's defenses.The dancing girl who took her under her wing took great care in schooling Marisol in the ways of manipulating men to give up. Her high heels sinking into the plush carpet.“Can I help you madam?” “Yes, I’ve meeting Thomas Mitchell, but I can’t see him,” she nervously explained. “Ah yes Madam, Mr Mitchell telephoned, he apologises, but is delayed. He will be here directly. Can I get Madam a drink while she waits?”“Thank you, whiskey on the rocks,” Amanda ordered.She found a seat on the covered terrace. The waiter found her, “Scotch Madam, I took the liberty, as you didn’t specify of Glenmorangie.” Amanda nodded her. As I continued to fuck Tami, she was 69’ing my girlfriend. I dropped one hand to Sonya’s hair, the other hand to Tami’s ass, and just went for it. Thrusting as fast as I could— “Mmm!” Sonya moaned, her thighs clenching— “Aah!” Tami screamed, her breasts bouncing— “Fuck!” I shouted, and the three of us climaxed together in a huge explosion of bliss. I pulled out, still spurting—and Sonya and Tami dutifully spun around to catch the last of my cum across their tongues. “I think we all could use.