Some of the stories we heard were bone chilling.Engel and Amanpour did nightly broadcasts from the road, and I was interviewed along with Syrian Kurds.... I wasn’t sure whether the two reporters ever twigged to the fact that my bodyguards were Peshmerga. They never said anything, and I certainly didn’t tell them. If anything, my guards seemed to find this a fine personal joke and laughed about it with the translator and me. One time Engel, who spoke fluent Arabic but did not speak Kurdish, asked. " Do hurry back. We will miss you. I must have you again and I know Betsy wants to eat you also. Your taste is exquisite. When you come, and squirt your juices all over us, it is pure heaven. We will be waiting," she said as she closed the door.The girl turned and froze. She glanced toward the door and saw Waite for the first time that morning. Her face went crimson with embarrassment. She couldn't move. Waite made the two steps across the hall and took her in his arms and hugged her. Her. She had an awesome hourglass figure. She wore a black tight fit track pants and a pretty tight, white top. Her figure shape was clearly visible in her dress. Though I ogled at her figure, somehow my mind was thinking about her beautiful face. I was in a few relationships, before, but all of them were my friends who became my girlfriends. But this girl has made me fall in love at the first sight. I wasn’t able to think anything. After 15 minutes, everyone got into the bus. The girl, with whom I. Then the officer ordered me to stand straight and turn my front towards them. I did that, but this time with a rock hard penis pointing straight out of my body. This was so fucking embarrassing. As the officer noticed the glare on tip of my penis, bent down and performed a close-up inspection and stated victoriously that he was right saying that I was a masturbating pervert boy, because he could see that precum had already started running and dripping from the tip hole of my penis. He ordered.