There we went, talking about a lot of things but avoiding any reference to what would happen there.As soon as we entered into his office, as suspected... there was nobody working there, George took me in his arms and gave me my first contact with another mans tongue. Really I felt in heaven. Slowly he unzipped my jeans and went to his knees to give me a wonderful (no way to compare for me, but it felt great)blow job. What surprised me was that, even I had a beautiful hard on and his tongue was. We've discussed and practiced radio talk, so I can do this. Funny isn't it? An experienced combat veteran, used to life and death situations, being tongue tied when it comes to talking on a radio to some unknown, unseen, person.I called in for taxi permission and instructions and followed the direction I was told to go, heading to the far end of the runway. I could have taken off from the taxiway but no, you have to go all the way back to the beginning of the runway. That way if something. ....." Yes baby, tell me." Ms Susan please.........." Please what Princess?" Oh God, Ms Susan, please give me pretty nails, please." Good girl ! Now try again but look at the camera and say, "Please MsSusan, Princess wants her pretty nails."Look in the camera. Look in the camera and speak. This thought screamed inmy head, my plastic covered processing head."Please Ms Susan,Princess wants her pretty nails." Just as requested. Asordered.I don't know how long it took. It seemed forever and yet. I am less in His Magnificence, may he live for ever’s confidence than you perhaps imagine. After our arrival at the Paris Embassy I know nothing of what passed between His Magnificence, may he live for ever, and the staff here until I was told that His Magnificence, may he live for ever, proposed to go for a walk out of the Embassy and in the spring sunshine. As he walked along, I fell into step behind him.After an hour walking apparently at random, His Magnificence, may he live for ever,.