Sliding my hands over his chest, I move them slowly down his body until I hear him gasp with pleasure, my hands grasping his erect cock and feeling hi...m pulse and twitch from my touch. I lean down and kiss his skin, nibbling and kissing his chest, chewing his nipple gently as he feels my hot wet tongue tracing its way down to meet my hands and their captured prize. He lifts his hand to my head and begins running his fingers through my hair as I slowly lick and nibble his trembling flesh. I turn. “You?”Rifle grasped the outstruck hand. “Rifle. Glad to meet you.”“Rifle? Like bang, bang?” Zan asked.“Yeah,” Rifle said, never bothering to explain it was a nickname.He squatted down and glanced across the pool again. “What kind of place is this?”Zan followed his gaze and looked back at Rifle with an amused smile.“You didn’t know that you were checking into a bathing suit optional motel? That’s why most of the guys come here.”“Well, no. I just needed a place to bed down. But bathing suit or. You were her good pupil," he said in a typical American accent."abdul Kassem is my colleague. He knows everything," Lisa said as she saw a cloud on Narendra's face. "And this is sunita – a lovely woman and a caring mother." "How do you do abdul Kassem ," sunita said giving the black man her small white hand, which was accepted gently."I must say I have been knocked out by your smile," abdul Kassem said bending forward and stealing a quick kiss on one of sunita's cheek. She was not prepared. Sydney sat in the back of the truck waiting to make her move. She had dressed in a geisha outfit ready to incapacitate Sloane once he arrived. As she waited for him to arrive she began to think about the events of the last forty eight hours.She learned her handler Vaughn had a terminal disease an illness that her own mother was responsible for. Her father she no longer trusted nor did he trust her apparently. Her skin began to crawl as she thought of what had happened at Sark's hands. She.