“What? Xvideos “You were an ok fuck, big deal.” I told her, “It didn’t mean anything did it?”
“No,” she said awkwardly, “I suppose we ought to do it again in case they are watching.”
“Can do,” I agreed, “If you like.”
“I want you naked too this time,” she said happily and she started to unbutton my shirt. The images from the day kept scudding through my mind, the old walled city the Mosques with their Minarets, the myriad places for a sniper to hide up, and the old slave market, especially the old slave market which was why my jaw still ached from an expert upper cut from an irate trader. “They have arrested Donna!” he said, “And Carruthers has resigned.”
“Great, drunk?” I queried.
