C'EST LA GUERRE (42)

Well, as I said I got up helpful, gallant... and I was a man doubly "erectus".

— Sir..! — Exclaimed my secretary... admired.. not totally surprised, certainly... also she was smiling understanding, fun, and I would say that also sexually excited.. basically her attitude make me to understand that she  was not overflowed by it she was seeing. She added:

— This should be done unofficially, sir.


— Dear Jennifer,..  and how much Unofficial are you at this moment as an individual, as a woman ..

— I'm not made of stone, sir, ... —

— So, wonderful creature under my orders, right now my wishes are orders for you. Let us drink while we are at this wonderful space-time... — She laughed loudly when I said the gallant phrase in a real and direct context.

As for me, I was how about to levitate, with excruciating (and staggered) sexual tension, with no religious sense but something divine o less human, somehow.


I raised my glass, (how wonderful its content!) and as I drank, she with great agility brought down the big umbrella leaving it in an almost upright position preventing that we were seen by the escort. I made a sign them to not to move by the change of position of the umbrella.
At the same time she knelt between my legs slightly apart, and began what I believe is called the "Chinese sled" (the name is unimportant and this seems very politicized), namely: the tip of her tongue as coyly toyed with the tip of my cocoon and it was "walking" slowly around the limb, followed by the scrotum, perineum, ass, (not penetration, only an agonizing to pass) to finish near my kidneys.

Passed its third pass on the unexplored region and I ejaculated with an unnatural force but very successful on the golden sand that absorbs everything.


— Oh, sure, good ... — My wonderful Jennifer said with a slowness that I filled with pleasure-confidence.

— My dear Jennifer, — I said her  — The situation demands a non-enemy penetration immediately .. We need open lines and my irrevocable order is...  please....

— Oh, sure ... — She said with the same rich slowness, leaning herself close to the umbrella and extending her arms,..  entire receptivity aimed at consummation.