I went back to asking questions about the planned attacks that were being discussed on the web sites and how potential targets were being identified.I... followed that up with who was going to replace him as intel chief for the IRG.“General Abdalrahman Kedar,” he replied.“I know that name; he was known as the Butcher of Baghmati during the Iraq/Iran conflict. Thousands died from chemical weapons he ordered used. Then his troops killed any survivors and looted the city,” General Ingram replied.“He. We will come to get you when we are done.”“But I want to watch.”“I told you no this time. If you behave and quit bothering us, I might let you watch the next time we do this. Now go away and quit distracting me. I need to concentrate here to make sure Mike does what he is supposed to do and breed me.”We didn’t hear any more from him after that so I assumed he did as she suggested him to do. I proceeded to pull out and go back in with long slow strokes.“I hate to complain here but can you go. It took some convincing, but it sounded exciting. We edited the photos so that my face was obscured. She fought to minimize the blurring and I fought to maximize it and we compromised. Finally, I had a portfolio of about 15 photos, all of them outdoor shots, with my odd body flaunted but my identity hidden. Several photos clearly showed how small my tits are and she said one in particular would make a great avatar. I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but I was soaking up all of this online. Sucking and nibbling on the lips. I would be moaning at this point, my pussy getting wetter with each passing moment. He knew how to tease me, he knew to avoid giving me what I wanted so I would beg. I tried to hold out; I didn’t moan as loud as I really felt I wanted to, I had to be resistant to him or he would have all the control. All of a sudden I felt his tongue slipping more and more closely to my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore and I screamed, “eat my fucking pussy now and don’t make me.