"Dressed like that you can cut my hair anytime," I said with a big leery smile on my face.If you can say one thing about my girlfriend you got to say ...she had beautiful tits. Everything else is ok but those tits were just heaven.I sat up straight as she welded the scissors and comb about until there was a big pile of clipping on the floor."Tell you what," I said with out moving my head, "from now on you're always going to cut my hair like this." Oh yeah," she said with a giggle, "in your. And she’d secretly wanted, for so long, to be forced… ‘I can still make you come harder than you thought possible,’ he told her from across the table now, and took a casual drag on his cigarette. She found her voice, and tried to put some irritation into it. ‘Don’t even start that, Mick,’ she said, shifting in her seat slightly. ‘That’s not what this is about.’ He looked amused. ‘Oh, isn’t it? Then what is it about, Divisi?’ He was the only person who addressed her by her last name, and the. Celeste’s eyes widened as his average but thick cock stood erect in front of her. “Just suck it like you would a lollypop, it’s really easy.” He added. Celeste took a deep breath and began to move her head towards his twitching hard on. Her spongey tongue pushed against the eye of his cock and his helmet popped into her mouth with no issues. Celeste closed her eyes as she began to do as Adam said. She imagined his head was a cola flavoured lollypop and sucked it hard. She then remembered it was. Still, he could deal with minor problems when he got back to London from Oxford. The police seemed to want to provide him with a full escort of outriders, but he persuaded them that this was quite unnecessary. Then he dismissed most of the retinue and went off to Oxford accompanied only by Kamal Qumsiyeh, his Head of Protocol; Hajji Kofi Natsheh, his Diplomatic Advisor; the Ambassador; the Ambassador's wife in an abaya; and his own bodyguards. When they arrived in Oxford, the Ambassador seemed.