Of course she would always book two rooms for us, but one would never be used. Let me tell you a bit about our little adventures from my perspective b...y adding little episodes together. One of the nice things after a long intercontinental flight is a good hotel with a nice shower. A long hot shower, shaving and the simple feeling of cleanliness after 10-12 hours on a plane. I was coming out of the bath room and she was waiting for me. Don’t you think that what was about to happen was unusual, no. All of them were in Africa and the Middle East so the time zone thing worked in my favor.I had the list and the numbers the state department wanted at each Embassy. I was checking that there were adequate accommodations for all the additional people. Vicky or I would have to visit every embassy the week of the transition to verify and ensure a smooth transition.Tuesday evening there were VCATS with Frank, Eric, and Victor. I worked Frank and Victor both trying to make changes. I wanted to. She hung on my nine like meat on a hook as her cunt adjusted to my jerking cock. Re-wrapping her legs and arms around me, using my body as a leaver., she began to work her coochie up and down on my rock hard pole. Pulling her pussy up until only the tip of my dick was in her, then sliding all the way back down on it.Her body control was amazing, I leaned back against a wall arching my back and thrusting my hips up, to give her plenty dick to work with. Up and down her pussy gripped every inch. He propped his head up on one hand and ran the other up and down my stomach. ‘Don’t worry,’ he told me. ‘You’ll love me by the time I’m done.’ His hand reached up and cupped my breast lightly. He began rolling my nipple around between his finger and thumb. Then, he slid his hand down my body and rested it lightly on my crotch. He leaned over me and ran his tongue over my nipple. ‘Marri, where is my hand?’ ‘What?’ ‘Where is my hand?’ ‘On… On my crotch.’ He bit my nipple lightly. It didn’t.