"Oh, What A Tangled Web We Weave" (closed)

[bdt147]

Dima's answer and her kiss left no doubt in my mind that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I scooped her up in my arms, placed her gently on the bed all the while our tongues continued to perform their slow, deliberate exploration.

I broke off the kiss and looked directly into those beautiful, brown eyes. Liquid pools that, once you dove into, led you straight to her innermost thoughts and desires. Those eyes are pleading with me to take her on a journey both she and I have wanted for years.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, both inside and out."

No more talking, no smart ass remarks. All I wanted to do right now is take this beautiful woman's body and worship it with my mouth, tongue, hands, fingers and cock.

I pressed my lips to hers, her mouth opening welcoming me back inside. My right hand found her breast. Using my index finger, I circled her areola through her top. I started at its very edge and slowly closed in on her nipple. It was growing harder, straining against the flimsy fabric, wanting to break free. I worked the skimpy straps of the top, down her arms below her elbows. Both of her breasts tumbled free of the material. I leaned back, admiring them, especially her nipples, both standing erect, at attention, saluting the ceiling above them.

I got up from the bed and took off my shirt. Sitting back down, I put my hand on her jeans and began to unbutton them.

"I want that treasure between your thighs."

 

[LoriDean12345]

When I felt Ed scoop me up into his arms, any doubts in my mind as to whether we would become lovers this day faded quickly away. The encounter was soft and sweet, and yet the fire inside me was growing larger and hotter with every kiss.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, both inside and out."

I didn't respond. Not verbally. I took his face into my hands and pulled his face to me in a passionate, increasing erotic parade of kisses. I was actually afraid to open my mouth to speak. Though I didn't know why, I was afraid that I would tell Ed, No, we can't. This is wrong.

But it wasn't. I knew it wasn't. Not any longer. Perhaps back when we were mentor-mentee, yes. But not now. We weren't those two people we once were. Our lives had changed do very much. And it was time. It was our time.

Ed rose from the bed and began undressing. I'd seen him shirtless before, at the gym, during hand to hand training, and once on training assignment at a country club where he showed how to pick up on a woman while feigning a foreign accent. Although they'd left the pool area together heading for her room, I'd never been able to get Ed to tell me whether he'd fucked the rich bitch or not. I'd wanted to imagine he had gotten his cock wet that day, while at the same time wishing it had been me with parted thighs below him.

And finally, now, that was about to come true. I released the latch on the costume jewelry chain around my waist and quickly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. He pulled them from my waist as I lifted my ass, then subsequently lifted my ankles. I smiled up at Ed, then giggle a bit.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I whispered. I didn't say finally. There was still a little bit of me that thought it would never happen, so finally was a word I hadn't yet decided was appropriate. I looked to his groin and demanded, "Take them off."

While he shed his slacks, I rose from the bed, pushed the sexy top down passed my hips from where it had been wrapping around my waist. I took my thong with it, and suddenly I was standing before the man I'd so long wanted to make love to with nothing on but large hoop earrings and a smile.

"Lay back," I demanded, wagging a finger at the bed. With a devilish smirk, I added, "I got this. I don't think your heart could stand up to the exertion."

 

[bdt147]

"I can't believe we're doing this."

I can't either. Maybe it just the situation we find ourselves in. Maybe it's because one of us or the both of us could be dead tonight, tomorrow, the next day. Maybe it's just an escape mechanism allowing us forget the danger we and a whole lot of other people are in.

But it's more than the circumstances. It seems that everything we've been through the last two days has brought all those feelings we've both kept buried deep inside of us to the surface. Her kisses tell me she's experiencing the same desire I am.

She starts to remove the chain around her waist and undo the snap and zipper. I get up grab her jeans at the waist. They're so tight I may a problem getting them off. Dima lifts her cute ass up just enough so the jeans fall to her ankles and then to the floor.

She stares at my crotch, my cock tenting my pants.

"Take them off."

As I unbuckle my belt, Dima gets up from the bed. She slides her top and thong off and stands directly in front of me.

My heart is pounding. How many times have I thought about Dima, naked and how badly I wanted her? Too many to even try to remember. She is more beautiful then I could have imagined. It feels like my dick just got even harder if that's even possible.

"Lay back. I got this. I don't think your heart could stand up to the exertion."

Not sure what she has in mind but I'm just going to go along with the program. I guess we'll see if my heart can take what lies ahead. And if it can't, it'll be one helluva way to go. Way fucking better than a bullet in the head.

 

[LoriDean12345]

My gaze shifted repeatedly from Ed's familiar face to his unknown cock. I'd often imagined what it would look like, but to see it now. Oh, Jesus. I almost chuckled, but contained myself, fearful of what Ed would think was humorous. We we're surrounded by Muslims, and I was invoking Christ's name in my surprise at Ed's cock.

I mounted the bed, knee walking my way in between my mentor's legs, forcing them apart as I stared hard at his beautiful penis. It was long, certainly eight inches, maybe nine. It was thick, with a girth that worried me and my recently ignored pussy. I'd had Leah by cesarean, and Reza hadn't fucked me since my -- our -- daughter's birth. I didn't like toys, and when I pleasured myself, it was clitoral only.

But even beyond the pure size of Ed's cock was its animalistic appearance. Swollen blood vessels zigzagged all about his shaft. His bulbous head was huge, dark, and perfectly shaped. And he hadn't shaved the bush around the base, thank god! I hated a shaved male groin. Anything more than a light trim in a man was too much. I liked the masculine look of a furry crotch. Hell, if I wanted to fuck someone with no hair, Reza had contacts who could find me a boy. And if you thought I hated international terrorists, all you had to do was ask me my opinion on the scum of the child sex industry! I would have delivered such people the very nuclear device I was trying to stop if I thought it would end that area of ever-growing industry.

I found my desired position. I sat with my haunches resting upon the backs of my calves and thighs. The front of my thighs pressed against the backs of Ed's as his legs rested over mine. My hands didn't hesitate to take his huge member into them, simply holding it for a long moment. I squeezed it, watching his reaction.

Then, I stroked it slowly, from base to head, then back again. I purred with delight. Then, I laughed. Seeing Ed's reaction to my delight, I blushed. "I thought--" I drew a sharp breath, continuing to stroke him slowly. "I thought, that if I ever-- If we ever did this. I thought that I would probably be flat on my back. Holding you to me. Holding you, while you fucked me to an incredible, euphoric, explosion of magnificent proportions."

I laughed again, now toying the fingers of one hand upon his twitching dick head. I was playing with him, smiling broadly. "Then, we would lay together. And that would be it. Just, making love. Simple, but very satisfying intercourse."

As I leaned over, looking directly into Ed's eyes as they studied me, I said with a devilish tone, "I never thought I'd want to do what I'm about to do to you, Ed."

I found the base of his cock with my fully extended tongue. I pressed the wet surface firmly to the underside of his solid cock and, as erotically as I could, ran it slowly up his full length, then, out of shaft, pulled it to a more vertical position and swallowed most of it in one movement.

 

[bdt147]

"I never thought I'd want to do what I'm about to do to you, Ed"

Now's probably not the time to tell Dima that I had thought about what she's planning on doing to me about a million times. This and a lot of other things, like going down on her and fucking that cute ass of hers.

Like her, I thought our first encounter would be "making love." Tender and slow. This was anything but. My body is racked with surges of pure lust. With her mouth clamped around my shaft, all I can think about, all I want to do is cum.

My breathes start to come in quick short bursts as her head bobs up and down my entire length. I can feel my cock start to throb as a huge load of cum is about to spew from me.

"Oh God Dima, please don't stop."

I run my fingers through her hair, encouraging her to continue what she's doing.

Sensing that I'm close, Dima quickens the tempo. I close my eyes as my whole body stiffens, then uncoils like a spring.

"I'm cumming"

 

[LoriDean12345]

It didn't take long to push Ed over the limit. I was good at this. Very good, according to the very few men I'd done it to. But I had a suspicion the real reason my former mentor and new lover was about to explode in my mouth after just two dozen bobs of my head over his groin was because it had been a while since he'd gotten any.

"I'm cumming."

I could feel Ed's body tightening up as his orgasm neared. I stopped bobbing up and down his now saliva coated shaft, grasped it in one hand, and began stroking it rapidly. It was enough to set him off. His cock jerked in my hand, spitting a wad of cum to the back of my mouth. I pulled my mouth up further, keeping only his fat head inside my mouth as my strokes sped up and lengthened. Ed's cock continued to jerk in my grip as I peeked up to watch his face.

 

[bdt147]

Dima's hand stroked my cock as it erupted, shooting a stream of thick white ejaculate inside her mouth. She pulled her head up my shaft until only my engorged head was covered. As my cock continued to spurt more hot liquid, tiny bubbles of cum and saliva appeared at the corners of her mouth. Finally, when there was not another drop of cum left, she pulled off of my softening cock and rolled on her side next to me. I reached over and pulled her closer.

"My God. You could teach a graduate level course on how to give a blow job. I haven't had my dick sucked like that since... well....like never."

I'm not sure what Dima was expecting but I'm pretty certain what I did caught her by surprise. Nudging her so she lay on her back, I got up and walked to the foot of the bed. Dima was lying there, that beautiful body there for the taking.

Reaching over, I placed a hand on the inside of each knee and spread her legs apart. I knelt in the open space of the V her legs had formed, looking directly at my target.

I bent forward, my mouth poised at her opening, taking in the sight and smell of her beautiful, naked mound. Using my thumbs, I spread her thick puffy labia, revealing folds of soft pink skin glistening with her juices. I placed my tongue at the bottom of her entrance and began moving north, licking every inch of that velvet surface. I put my hands under her ass and lifted it so that my face was buried in her steamy love hole.

Dima's body tightened as my tongue reached its final destination. Using the very tip as a probe, I gently coaxed her clit out of its hiding place. I slowly began to flick her ever hardening nub until it pushed its way out.

I stopped for a moment and looked up at Dima.

"My turn" and immediately went right back down on her.

 

[LoriDean12345]

I dropped onto the mattress and just looked into Ed's eyes. He looked so satiated, so happy. I loved the look of a satisfied man. I intentionally didn't get close enough to kiss him, trying to inconspicuously clean my mouth out with my tongue and saliva. Even though I was very good at oral sex and always swallowed, I'd never cared for the taste of a man's cum, nor did I like sharing to taste with the cum's producer via kisses too soon after the act.

"My God. You could teach a graduate level course on how to give a blow job.

I smiled, then chuckled, short and sharp. The humor faded quickly, though, as I recalled with whom I'd learned to suck cock. I'd fooled around with it off and on during my adult life, of course. All men ask their girl to suck him off. But I was good at nonchalantly letting my lovers know that if they wanted to keep me long, the shouldn't be asking me to put their dick where God hadn't intended it to go.

Reza, however, had been a different story. I'd needed to satisfy him in any manner he wished. And he wished to shove his cock into my mouth. Many women never got past that gag reflex, but I'd managed good enough to take most of him into my mouth.

I'd been a bit concerned when I decided to suck Ed, though. He was longer and thicker than Reza. Maybe it was my enthusiasm for pleasuring Ed that had made it so easy. And, unlike that despicable bastard who was holding my daughter, I'd very much wanted to pleasure my old friend and new lover.

I was planning on mounting Ed, as earlier suggested. When he began to slide off the bed with obvious intent, I didn't stop him. I'd only wanted to make love to Ed. And then I'd swallowed his cock. And now, all I could think of was the pleasure of having his mouth on my pussy. Though I'd often fantasized about such erotic acts with my mentor, I was now thinking to myself, This is NOT how I saw this happening.

"My turn."

I spread my legs wider and leaned over Ed's head, looking down into my groin as his mouth went to work. I moaned my appreciation and rocked as best as I could in my current position to encourage the movements of his tongue and lips. I couldn't believe how good it felt.

But I couldn't cum like this. I pushed Ed's head out of my groin and scooted back onto the bed. Making my head comfortable in the pillows so I could watch him work, I parted my legs wide and said with a smile, "Still your turn."



My first orgasm was slow to arrive. I'd never cum quickly, whether by oral or intercourse. But after I'd writhed on the bed for over ten minutes, my moans slowly rising to cries, I finally came in a long series of loud cries that surely alerted all of my supposed conspirators across the estate. My body was trembling down to its core. My chest rose and fell with each deep, moaning breath.

"Don't stop!" I begged when I was finally able to form the words. I knew I could cum again and again if only Ed continued. I begged, "Please! Please, don't stop! Again."

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[bdt147]

"Still your turn."

Hearing Dima say those words reinvigorated my efforts to please her. A couple of seconds prior, she pushed my head away from her pussy. At first, I thought she wasn't enjoying what I was doing there. But she slid back and assumed a more comfortable position. Once she was settled, I went right back to work.

The best part of sex for me has always been bringing a woman to orgasm. The more the better. Hearing her moans of pleasure, feeling her body tense and release were my biggest turn ons. And doing it orally was my preferred method.

Dima was taking her time climbing that ladder. I didn't mind it, in fact, I loved it. I'm not sure how many lovers she had in her life but I was going to try my best to be someone she would never forget.

One of the advantages of growing old was the experience I had gained, especially in this area. When I sensed that it would take some time for Dima to cum, I was pleased. I would be able to demonstrate all the oral acumen I had gained over the years. The taste, the smell, the sight of her pussy were intoxicating. I knew I could stay down here forever.

I continued to attack her soaking slit with my tongue, making sure it covered every millimeter of the gleaming, pink surface. My tongue lingered on her rock hard clit, licking up its shaft and resting for a second on its rounded top. Dima's loud cries of pleasure told me I struck gold. Her breathing was a series of pants and huffs. I placed the underside of my tongue directly on her clit and began to methodically drag it over the erect pearl.

"Don't stop. Please! Please, don't stop! Again!"

Dima was pleading with me to continue. I had not intention of stopping.

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[LoriDean12345]

I couldn't believe what Ed was doing to me!

After that first orgasm, he continued pleasuring me until I erupted again.

And again.

And, oh fuck, again!

No man had ever done this to me. Mostly, I'd always thought, it was only because they were anxious to get their dick inside me to find their own pleasure. But as long as I grasped Ed's hair and held his face in my groin, he continued to lick at my clit and sensitive lips, building the pleasure within me until finally I peaked and screamed out again.

"Stop! I finally demanded.

My fingers still entwined in his hair pulled his head up from my groin. My eyes were closed as my body trembled with my fourth or fifth climax, I didn't honestly remember. I closed my thighs on his head as if to help my hand hold him away from my pussy.

Then, I started laughing. It started as a chuckle, but became loud, delightful laughter, interrupted by the still deep breaths my euphoria was causing. I pulled on Ed's hair like some liberated cave woman in a role reversal, dragging her cave man behind her. When he was above me, his face close to me, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his face to mine. Still chuckling softly, I kissed him passionately. I could taste my own juices on his lips and tongue.

"My God, Ed," I finally whispered, still chuckling softly. I always lost control like this when first cumming with a new man, but I'd never been so overcome like since my first orgasm at a teenager. I kissed him again. "That was, un-be-lievable."

I slid my hands down to sink my nails into his ass as I lifted my knees, letting him know what I wanted. I assured him, "I'm protected and clean. Fuck me, Ed. Take your treasure."

I had no fear that Ed himself was clean. He'd been married for so long, and I just didn't see him bar hopping and picking up strange diseases from slutty women. I urged him to get in me with my hands and body motions, whispering, "Take your treasure. I want you, now."

 

[bdt147]

"Take your treasure, I want you now."

There's no mistaking what Dima wants next. Her hand gestures and her thighs spreading open in front of me say it all. I don't know how long it's been since she made me cum with that amazing blow job but I know my cock has sprung back to life. There was always one sure way for me to get hard again after cumming. Eating pussy. I loved doing it, could do it for hours. There nothing better than feeling a woman's body shudder in orgasmic spasms with my tongue licking her engorged lips and clit. It was clear from Dima's reaction that I accomplished my mission.

I hadn't been with a woman for almost two years. Maybe it was that, again maybe the sense of potential doom I was feeling, but it was really Dima that got me so hard again, so fast. Guys may age aren't supposed to recover this quick but they've never experienced Dima cumming like I just did.

Leaning back and lifting my upper body off of her, I kneel in front of her parted thighs. My cock is fully erect, taking dead aim on its intended target. I crawl closer and slowly guide my swollen, almost purple head into her awaiting opening. Knowing that once inside, I'm not going to last very long, I take my time.

Dima's labia open like a blooming flower as my mushroom headed cock starts its slow journey inside. My cock feels like it's entered a velvet lined tunnel whose walls quickly close in, hugging my turgid shaft. I can hear my heavy breathes, my grunts as Dima's soaking pussy accommodates my entire length. Once all the way in, I begin to pull back, slowly, methodically inch by inch. When only the tip remains inside, I start back in with the same deliberate tempo. My cock shines with a coating of her sweet pussy nectar as it enters and exits her tight pussy.

My third trip inside is going to be my last. Dima senses it too as she digs her nails deeper into my ass. With one final thrust, my glutes tighten and my cock sink deep inside that wonderful, wet chasm. Dima pussy puts my cock in a death grip.

"I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum, Dima. Right nowwww!"

My cock pulsates, two, three, four times delivering thick ropes of sperm. I collapse on top of her, my sweaty chest heaving and sticking to her soft skin. I stay inside as long as I can finally pulling out with a wet plop.

Rolling onto my back, I pull Dima close and kiss her deeply, passionately.

"My God, you were right. I wasn't sure my heart was going to take this. I'll tell you, if you really need to kill me, this is the way to do it."

I laughed and looked over at Dima. She wasn't laughing.

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[LoriDean12345]

I hadn't expected Ed to last long, but he'd cum even quicker than I expected. I wasn't surprised. But I was disappointed. I wanted more. I wanted a lot more. I rolled over on to Ed, reached to his groin, and grasped his already softening cock. As I stroked it, I said challenging to him, "If I have to use CPR, I will. But, we aren't done yet."

I was so wet that I was able to lower myself onto Ed's cock, despite it not being entirely hardened yet. As I pressed my palms against his still panting chest and began lifting and lowering my groin over his, I could feel Ed's cock solidifying within me. I purred, "Nice. Oh God, Ed. Nice."

In no time at all, I was going wild atop my former mentor. I rode him like he was some sort of erotic mechanical bull. I altered between back and forth which massaged my clit and up and down which ran his cock into my G-spot. And all the while, I moaned and cried and screamed as I came yet three more times.

Finally, with my body glistening in a sheen of sweat, I let out one final scream of ecstasy and fell atop Ed's body. I continued to cry softly into his neck as I panted heavily. Our bodies were as one. I kept his slowly softening cock inside me as I stretched my legs out and urged his hands to my ass. I was in euphoric and spent.

I passed out, happier than I'd been since the day Leah was born.

 

[bdt147]

Dima's face told me something was wrong. Before I had a chance to think anymore about it, she shifted back on top of me and grabbed my deflated cock. She began to stroke it back to life, as she slide her hand up and down my thickening shaft.

..... "But we aren't done yet."

Now she straddled me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. For the next five minutes, she took turns grinding her clit on it or impaling herself with its entire length. I felt her cum at least three more times. As much as I want to, I wasn't going to cum. But it really didn't matter. I wanted her to use me, use my cock to satisfy her desires.

With one final thrust, her pelvis quaked in an almost violent spasm of orgasmic waves. She collapsed on top of me huffing as if she had just run a marathon, our bodies bathed in sweat. I held her close and after a few more minutes, her breathing returned to its normal rhythm. As she lay on me, I could feel her slowly drifting off to sleep. I gently turned her on her side, slid my body out from underneath hers and placed a pillow under her head. I fell back on to the bed thinking about what had just happened.

I woke with a start. Next to me was this beautiful young woman, a woman I had just had the best sex of my life with. I watched her chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, I saw it was almost four in the afternoon. We both been sleeping for a couple of hours. Falik said he be back by evening so I figured we could both rest for a while longer. My stiffening cock had other plans.

Being as careful and quiet as I could, I made my way back between Dima's thighs. I didn't want to wake her just yet. I opened her legs just enough to create a passage for my mouth. A wet spot had formed on the sheet just below her entrance, a combination of my cum and her juices. As I drew closer, the musky scent of sex filled my nostrils. I wondered if Dima had ever been awakened by the sensation of a tongue penetrating her vaginal opening. If not, there was always a first time for everything.

 

[LoriDean12345]

I was deep in an erotic dream when I felt my body being moved in a gentle loving way. I don't know at what point I realized I was no longer dreaming. But I when I realized that my pussy had company, I flinched awake. I clasped my thighs tightly and, as best I could considering its short length, snatched a handful of hair in one hand. I looked down to between my thighs at the surprised face of the man who had so pleased me hours earlier.

Still holding his head in my grasp, my head fell back as I laughed loudly. As I relaxed my thighs and hand, I looked down again. "You know, I usually sleep with a gun under my pillow, you pervert."

I laughed again. Then, giving him a devilish smirk, I laid my head back and pushed Ed's face back into my groin.



An hour later, after another round of incredible sex, we were in the shower together. We held each other close, caressing and kissing as if we were on our honeymoon. I couldn't believe the love -- not lust! -- that I was feeling for this man. It was as if the years of working together had been one long date and now, finally, we'd consummated our relationship.

"We're beginning to prune," I said, showing Ed my wrinkling finger tips and laughing.

I kissed him one more time, then turned off the water and exited to dry. We kept looking at one another as if we were teenagers seeing our first naked lover. I wrapped a towel around myself. I looked into the mirror and realized how sexy it looked. My breasts were squished by the tightly wrapped towel, pushing them up and in to create dramatic cleavage. And the lower reach of it allowed the lower roundness of my full buttocks to show.

As I opened the bathroom door, I lifted the towel to show him my tushy. I waggled it and taunted, "Next time, maybe I'll let you do me from--"

"Behind?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin!

Sitting in a deep chair on the opposite side of the bedroom was--

"Reza?" My heart was pounding like a jack hammer as I looked across at one of the world's most wanted terrorists. At the man who would have me deliver not just a dirty bomb to One World Trade Center but a nuke to Washington D.C. The man who had my daughter -- our daughter -- hidden somewhere safe to ensure that I completed my business.

After I got over my shock I immediately asked in Farsi, "Where is Leah?"

In the same language, Reza told me, "She's safe."

I moved casually toward the dresser in which I'd put some of my things. I yelled at him, this time in English, "Where's my daughter?"

In a flash I opened a drawer and pulled the small semi-automatic pistol none of the others, even Ed, had known was hidden amongst my clothes. It always had a round in the barrel. I squeezed off a shot, sending a round so near his ear that he likely felt the change in pressure from the shock wave.

I knew the shot would lure others from the team, so I kicked over a chair and pushed it toward the door. The top of the chair slid under the door like a door stop. When the first man tried to surge through, he only bounced back against the door, before beginning to pound on it and holler to Reza in their mutual language.

The contradictions in reactions were amazing. I was exhibiting the anger of a worried mother. Reza was entirely calm, knowing that I wouldn't shoot him dead unless I had my daughter in my arms. The men outside the door were trying to break it down. (They stopped finally when Reza hollered at them that he was fine and to stop destroying the place.)

And Ed?

 

[bdt147]

Standing next to Dima in the shower, warm water cascading off of that magnificent body of hers, I thought how different the sex had been during this last hour. Our first session was almost animalistic in nature. Four plus years of building sexual tension just exploded. We lusted after each other. The moaning, the grunting, the lack of any verbal communication validated that pure lust. It was all about cumming, hard, fast and as many times as possible. Sex for the sake of sex. Nothing else.

This last time was different. My tongue did not attack her pussy, plundering it until it succumbed to multiple orgasms. Instead, I gently caressed her clit, nurtured it to an erect state and slowly brought her to orgasm. Dima, in turn, took my cock and guided it into her. We rocked in a slow, sensual dance, her hips raising to meet my every thrust. Then, sensing I was ready, she dug her nails into my back and begged me to cum inside of her. I told her I loved her as she clenched my cock and came with me, draining me of my seed.

I never was able to achieve that delicate balance between love and lust with my ex wife. The sex with her was good but I don't every remember making love to her. Not like what Dima and I had just finished doing.

Dima's finished drying off and heads out the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around her. The towel isn't quite long enough to cover her ass. She knows I'm staring at her as she starts for the bedroom with an exaggerated shimmy.

"Next time, maybe I'll let you do me from......"

Hearing that my mind and cock shifted back into that pure lust mode. I dreamed about probing that puckered entrance with my fingers and my cock. I wanted so much take her last, I guessed, virginal orifice.

"Behind?"

That word was barely out of my mouth as Dima froze. Thinking she was not expecting that answer, I caught up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I was just kidd......"

I stopped in mid sentence as I now realized what made Dima stop. Across the room, a man in an expensive suit was sitting in a chair returning our stares. Never seeing this man before my guess I was looking at Reza.

Dima's entire body tensed like she was ready to pounce. Her rage palpable, filling the entire room. In a somewhat subdued voice she asked him something in Farsi which he quickly snapped off a terse reply. This time Dima wasn't so nice.

"Where's my daughter?"

She had moved near the dresser, opened the top drawer and produced what looked like a Sig Sauer semi automatic. Before I could say or do anything, Dima let a round off. It missed his head by a couple of inches, and put an impressive hole in the wall to his immediate left. I knew she missed on purpose. She was too good a shot to miss from that close up.

For the first time I saw Dima as a mother desperately trying to find her daughter, wanting to make sure she was safe. Reza continue to sit there completely unfazed by the entire situation. A bullet just missed his head by less than six inches, the mother of his daughter and her new lover stood before them half naked and he hadn't moved a muscle.

I knew right then I shouldn't underestimate this guy. He was dangerous and ruthless and very bad combination. His eyes stared right through you, almost as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. This was someone not to fuck with.

Somebody was trying to very hard to breakdown the door that Dima had blockaded. I hoped it was Falik. I needed to talk to him, alone. Now I'm glad I still hadn't told Dima he was Agency.

Dima's in a state of pure rage, Reza sitting there like he's waiting for his favorite TV show to start and I'm standing here with a towel around my waist and a half hardon. Got to buy a little time so I do that in a way Dima will know what I'm doing.

"Dima, my dear, look what you've done to the wall. I'm sure Reza is quite upset and will probably charge us for the repair."

I stared right at him with my best "I'm being serious, honest" look.

"I hope you take VISA cause that's all I ever carry."

 

[LoriDean12345]

As Ed was concluding behind me, the blood in my veins was boiling with rage. How dare Reza sit there so calmly! He knew he was in total control. Ironically, I needed him to feel that way. Reza had always been easier to figure out, to anticipate when things were going his way.

It was when the former SAVAK agent and CIA associate was uncertain of the future that he got dangerous. I could remember the first time I'd seen Reza kill someone. We'd been sitting in a café in Alexandria having a nice lunch. He had two body guards at a table twenty feet behind us and another pair at a table near the door. Two more heavily armed guards were at the armored SUV sitting just beyond the door. He got a sat' phone call, of which I only heard his side of the conversation:

He got a concerned look in his face, asking in Farsi, "When? Now? Who?"

He'd looked around the café, obviously looking for a particular person amongst the twelve unknowns, including four children. "You have no idea who?"

Suddenly he stood, and made a gesture I wasn't familiar with to both pairs of bodyguards. All four whipped out their weapons and, to my stunning horror, slaughtered the adults in the café as Reza grabbed me and rushed me out the front and into the now open back door of the SUV.

Two miles away as we rushed at high speed down the open highway toward his waiting jet, Reza explained that he'd gotten news of a hit about to take place, in the café, by one of those sitting in it. Since Reza didn't know who the assassin was, he simply killed everyone!

Seeing him sit there with only that evil little smirk on his face was infuriating. And yet, it was somehow comforting. It meant that neither I nor Ed was in fear of being riddled by bullets. At least, not yet. I already knew that Reza had ordered Ed's death.

I flinched at the sound of a voice behind me, in an effort to emphasize my feigned loss of control.

"Dima, my dear, look what you've done to the wall."

I half glanced back but the Sig remained pointed, now aimed at Reza's chest, not the wall.

"I'm sure Reza is quite upset and will probably charge us for the repair."

Reza rose slowly from his chair, his gaze now on Ed.

"I hope you take VISA cause that's all I ever carry."

Reza's lips spread a bit in a humored smile. He looked back at me, saying in Farsi, "I like this guy."

He walked toward me until the end of the gun's barrel actually pressed against the skin of his chest between his airy shirt's lapels. He flinched a bit, saying, "Ooo, still warm."

He cocked his head at me, asking in English this time, "If you're not going to pull the trigger, why don't you put that thing away so that we can all talk about the mission at hand."

I wanted so badly to pull the trigger. But instead, I lowered the weapon, returned the hammer to the safe position, then tossed it into the still open drawer without ever having taken my eyes off Reza.

He let his gaze drop to my well displayed breasts for just a moment, then looked to Ed. "Did you enjoy her, my friend? Did she do that thing where she--"

That was all the farther he got before my right hand slashed through the air and caught him firmly across the cheek and jaw. Reza had known I was going to slap him. I had no doubt about that. But he hadn't cared. He was a sadomasochist deep down. The first time he'd asked me to beat him and I'd questioned him with surprise, he quoted the Marquis de Sade saying, "Sex without pain is like food without taste".

As I grasped my now aching hand, he reached a hand up to the inside of his lip. He held it out before him, looking at the blood I'd drawn. He smiled, looking to Ed, then to me. Without a word, he went to the door, kicked the chair away from it, and opened it wide. In and instant four men with their weapons raised entered. They leveled them at Ed and me both, but calmed a bit when Reza told them in Farsi to stay calm.

"My friend," he said, looking to Ed. "I wonder if maybe you wouldn't give me a moment to talk to the mother of my child."

He gestured a hand politely toward the door. Without hesitation, the four armed men turned their full attention to Ed, ignoring me. I started, "Reza, please, I think we need--"

I stopped suddenly when he shot me that look that meant I, a woman, was out of line. Despite being from the Free West, instilled with rights the women of Reza's homeland couldn't even imagine, in the presence of Reza's men, I was to remember that I was little more than a slit, there for Reza's pleasure. I took a step back to show my submission to him.

He looked back to Ed, asking politely, "Do you mind?"

 

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"Do you mind?"

Of course I mind asshole because I have a pretty good idea of what's in store for Dima when I leave. I don't think Reza is the kind of guy who'll let a slap to the face go without her paying the price. And I'm also pretty sure he's going to reclaim her pussy.

Just a passing glance Dima's way and I see that she's resigned to her fate. There's the personal part of me that wants to get to that Sig and put a bullet right between this fucker's eyes. But there's the Agency part of me telling me to keep thinking big picture. Dima heard me tell her that a million times. I kill him,his goons kill me and Dima and the bomb eventually goes off. He'd be dead but he'd still win.

"No, don't mind at all. I'm sure you two have plenty to catch up on. Just be careful of her right. I got one of those yesterday. Hurt like a motherfucker."

I look over at Dima and blink a quick "I love you" in Morse Code. Her eyes send out "Ditto". She knows this is the only play for right now and she's knows what to expect. There's nothing I can do right now to save her. But I think she knows that I will do everything I can to make him pay for what he's about to do to her.

Reza's security men surround me and start to lead me out of the room. Just as I reach the hallway, I turn and look back at Reza.

"Oh, one last thing. It's around 7PM, right? So that means it noonish back in DC. Today's Thursday and the CIA is expecting to get the bomb ashore tomorrow. But your good buddy Falik told me there's been a delay. I never told Ellis about it so he's expecting to put everything in motion in about 12 hours. I need to let him know what the plan is. Maybe Falik and I can have another talk. By the way, where is that piece of shit?"

I'm hustled down the hallway before I get an answer. I wanted so much to look at Dima one more time. The door shuts behind me and I start to get nauseous thinking about poor Dima. A resolve like I've never felt before wells up inside me. Reza will pay for this with his life.

 

[LoriDean12345]

I could just imagine the conflict tearing Ed apart. He couldn't help me. He couldn't even stay with me, though I knew he would want to.

"No, don't mind at all."

Ed employed a bit of humor talking about how I'd punched him days earlier. Was he doing so to cover his own dismay over the situation? Or was he trying to give Reza the impression that what had just happened between us was nothing but a good fuck?

When he asked about Falik, Reza told his escorts to put the two men together. I was a bit worried, thinking this might be the last time I saw Ed. Once he finalized the movement of the dirty bomb into the country and up the road to New York, Falik would put a bullet through his brain.

Of course, there was that one little thing about Falik that I didn't know.

After the others had left the room, I looked to Reza again. I was suddenly no longer the angry mother and skilled terrorism conspirator. I was the obedient, compliant, submissive Muslim play thing of a man of power, a man of wealth, a man of violence, both out in the world and here in the bedroom.

PM coming

 

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Reza's men led me to a different wing of the complex and very rudely shoved me into a smaller bedroom. They laughed among themselves and gestured toward me giving me a feeling I might not be long for this world. The only good news was Falik was here and Reza arranged for us to meet.

My thoughts turned to Dima as I collapsed on the bed. I felt so helpless. I felt like I had failed her. She had reached out to me for help and all I've managed to do is get her beaten and raped. Somehow, someway I would make this right. Or at least die trying.

The sound of the door opening jolted me back to the situation at hand. It was Falik, who took a quick peak back into the hallway before entering. He pulled a chair up close to the bed and sat down.

"We can't talk long. Reza will want to look at the security tapes from today, find out the system was down and get it back and running. Things have changed again and Reza wants to accelerate the whole operation. I'll find a way to get us outside alone in the morning. I'm pretty sure we'll all be leaving tomorrow, headed for somewhere in Morocco. Try to get some sleep cause the next 24 are going to be a bitch."

With that he got up and walked toward the door. Just as he began to open it, he turned back to me.

"Just an FYI. Dima was supposed to kill you this afternoon so I guess it's a good sign your still here."

He walked out and closed the door behind him. I fell back on the bed thinking she almost did. Twice. Within minutes, I drifted off to sleep.

 

[LoriDean12345]

I awoke at dawn to intense pain throughout my entire body. I tried to move only to feel new pain. I struggled to raise my head, finding (not surprisingly) my outstretched arms still cuffed around an upright of the headboard. I moved my feet enough to realize that my legs were no longer spread eagle and bound to each end of the foot board. With a bit of effort, I managed to roll to my back, twisting the foot long wrist shackles enough that it caused me to grimace in yet a new pain.

I hurt every where, and I mean everywhere. Both my pussy and sphincter had been pummeled, and my ass, thighs, and lower back had been repeatedly spanked. And not the sexy, erotic internet porn type of spanking. Reza liked to hear me cry into the ball gag.

I laid there for a moment, listening. Finally, I heard the toilet flush beyond the closed bathroom door. Reza exited a couple of minutes later, fully dress and ready to start his day. He smiled to me politely as if I was his loving wife cuddled up in the warm bedding, rather than his hate-filled submissive shackled to the bed frame, totally exposed and trembling from the early morning chill in the room.

"Would you mind releasing me, Reza?" I asked.

He stopped before the bureau's mirror, checking his appearance. He looked at me in the reflection for a moment, took his time filling his pockets as appropriate, then picked up the key to the shackles. Crossing to the bed, he pressed the key into my palm, saying, "Breakfast is on the veranda."

He left me to unshackle myself. I rose, grimacing and moaning. I made my way to the bathroom to shower and inspect the damage. I wasn't bruising yet, but I would begin to over the next hours. I dressed in some loose clothes and made my way out to the veranda. Breakfast is on the veranda was Reza's way of saying Join me on the veranda so we can talk.

I sat, wincing, and picked up a pita bread. "What's on your mind, Reza?"

"You were supposed to kill your friend," he said casually, sipping from the glass of pomegranate juice. He glanced my way, adding, "Not spend the afternoon fucking him."

"You wanted me to get closer to him," I reminded him, "because you thought he might be up to something."

"And what's he up to?"

I couldn't help myself, smiling and answering, "About ten inches."

Reza shot me a look, then smiled. He laughed loudly, going back to his meal. I joined in, eating some finger food for several minutes. Finally, I asked with concern, "Where's my daughter?"

"Our daughter," Reza corrected, continuing, "She's in the back, with the nanny, surrounded by cute little bunnies."

My eyes widened, and I felt as though the blood was evacuating my face. My first thought was that Leah had heard me having loud, thrilling sex with Ed. My second thought was that she'd heard me crying during my beating with her father. And finally, my third and most distressing thought was that Reza had hid her presence from me at all! I asked through gritted teeth, "Are you fucking with me?"

Reza sat back in his chair, popping a cheese treat into his mouth. He just stared at me, and I knew he was telling me the truth. I stood to return to the room, saying casually to him as I passed, "I'm going to kill you one day."

Behind me, I heard him say, "You'll try."

I hurried through the house, no longer affected by the pain surging through me with every step. I burst out into the back yard where, despite our arid West African location, there was thick, dark green lawn as far as the eye could see. There in the middle of the lawn, laughing at the two dozen bright white bunnies leaping around her, was Leah.

And Ed.

 

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The impact of a ball of clothing hitting me in the face aroused me from a fitful sleep. What little sleep I did get was interrupted with thoughts of Dima and what she was enduring in the bedroom we had shared earlier in the afternoon. I felt angry, helpless and ashamed. She asked me to help her and I failed.

"Get up. Falik wants to see you outside."

I rubbed my eyes and saw my best friend Banai standing next to the bed. Hearing that Falik wants me outside boosted my spirit a bit but I needed to make sure I tempered my enthusiasm in front of Banai.

"Tell Falik I don't do mornings."

Banai unceremoniously yanked me to my feet.

"Now!"

Pulling on my pants, I grabbed my shirt and shoes and shuffled out the door. Banai jostled me down the hallway until we got to the patio door.

"Open"

I slide the patio door open and with one final shove, Banai pushed me outside where Falik was standing. Falik barked an order to Banai in Farsi, which judging from his facial expression, he didn't care for. He started to reply but, Falik quickly cut him off. He was still pissed but slowly turned around and headed back inside. Falik motioned to follow him as we walked away from the house onto a vast expamse of lawn.

"Knowing Reza as well as I do, he'll be with Dima for another couple of hours. She had a pretty rough night."

Hearing him say that made me angrier at myself and Reza. But I had to table all that for now and use the rest of the time with Falik wisely.

"Ok, give me the story. All of it."

For the next hour Falik gave me the entire history of the operation from the beginning. Dima's original operation had changed when the opportunity to bring Reza down presented itself. It was clear that Dima and many others had sacrificed an awful lot to make sure Reza and his group were out of the picture for good. As Falik continued, I was amazed at the resources the Agency had dedicated to making this work.

"Things kinda got off track with Dima's "loyalty test." I wasn't able to keep Ellis informed since Reza pretty much kept her in hiding. Then one day he came to me with the Dr. Seuss book and gave me instructions and how to deliver it. I had no idea what the book was all about until Ellis called me after your trip to Langley. If you weren't able to find her, we were going to shut it down. And they rest, as they say, is history."

Big fuckin whoop for my deductive thinking.

'We're ready to drop the net on the whole shebang today but getting Reza is the only loose end. I think he's going to take you, Dima, Leah and me somewhere in Morocco this afternoon. I have his trust so we can take him down there. But we're just going to have to play it by ear."

I told Falik that Dima still doesn't know he's agency.

"That's Ok. In fact, it'll work to our advantage. Just make sure she doesn't kill me. Look, I know you want to kill that fucker but the success of bringing him down hinges on what you and Dima do today. I'm not sure of what his plan is but I do know he wants to watch Dima kill you. He was awfully mad she hadn't already done it so now he wants to be entertained by witnessing it first hand. And I'm sure he's going to use that", Falik paused and motioned with his hand to his left, "as his ace in the hole."

Out in the middle of the lawn, I saw a little girl surrounded by a bunch of white bunnies. Even from this distance, I could see Dima's features in her. Even though we didn't talk a lot about Leah, it was clear she was Dima's everything.

As we walked to Leah, I heard the patio door slide open. I turned and watched as Dima made her way to her daughter.

PM

 

[LoriDean12345]

I crossed the lawn quickly, startling some of the bunnies. Leah was startled in return by their sudden energy. After her initial shock, she giggled loudly. I was almost within arms reach when she looked up and saw me. It took her still young mind to process the new information. Suddenly, she shrieked and began waving her arms frantically, wanting me to pick her up.

I did, talking to her excitedly, spinning her around in circles, giggling with her. It was such a joy to have Leah in my arms that I could almost forget where I was, who I was with, and what the fuck I was conspiring to do. Almost.

"Bunny" she called out in Farsi, obviously the language she was being raised with.

Leah had fallen in love with rabbits the first time she saw one. Reza had unlimited resources for international terrorist activities. So hiring a man to breed and raise rabbits specifically to keep an abundant supply of bunnies for Leah had been a no brainer. I'd been a bit disappointed when my daughter's first word had been bunny, not momma. But considering that since her birth 13 months ago, Leah had spent more time with bunnies than her mother, I shouldn't really be surprised.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked to Ed and smiled, suddenly nothing more that a proud momma. I carefully waded through the bouncing bunnies to him and turned Leah to face my mentor and lover. "Ed. Leah. My daughter."

I watched the two of them for a bit as she stared at him, studied, pointed, laughed, and more. She was so full of energy. Typical child, I knew. But it still tickled me to see her this way. It killed me each time I had to leave her. But I had to remind myself that while I loved her more than anything in this world, I had a mission: to find a nuclear bomb.

 

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"Ed. Leah. My daughter"

Despite what I was sure was probably one of the worst, if not the worst, evenings of Dima's young life, seeing her daughter made it seem irrelevant. I could see the love she had for her. Her daughter was her world.

Since I never had any kids, I always a bit uncomfortable around them. But Leah already had Dima's ability to charm the pants off anyone.

"I can see where she gets all of her good looks."

Dima smiled weakly back at me as if the sound of my voice snapped her back to the situation at hand. She stood next to her daughter with a hand on her shoulder. I looked at her wrist and saw it had been rubbed raw. Her other wrist looked identical. There were no other signs of abuse but Dima was wearing traditional Muslim clothing which left very little uncovered. Reza's wrath was not confined to her wrists. I was sure of that.

Falik had stepped away for a bit and now made his way back toward us. She pointed Leah to a group of bunnies out of our ear shot. Leah got the hint and scurried after them.

"What's the fucker been up to?" she said pointing to the fast approaching Falik.

The look on her face told me I'd better come clean on Falik before she does kill him. I turned so my back was facing the patio door. Dima stood directly across from me with a clear shot if anyone should join us on the lawn.

"Dima, I need you to turn and look over at your daughter. Falik is Agency, a field officer. It took him four years to gain this level of Reza's trust that I'm sure you've noticed. He thinks Reza is going to take you, Leah, Falik and me somewhere in Morocco this afternoon. He's going to want you to kill me in front of him. Falik and I are sure he will use Leah as his bargaining chip to make sure you go thru with it."

Dima kept staring off in the distance watching her daughter as Falik move next to her side. I could see the wheels spinning in her head, thinking of a next step.

"We'll fill you in on everything when the opportunity presents itself. But first, did Reza give you any indication of what he's planning on doing?"

 

[LoriDean12345]

"I can see where she gets all of her good looks."

I smiled, delighted with the compliment aimed at both my daughter and me. I said with a smirk, "She sure didn't get them from Reza."

I was shocked when Ed informed me of Falik's status as Company. I asked in whisper, "How can you be sure? I can normally pick them out. I got no hint."

Ed assured me that Falik was the real deal. I trusted my mentor's assessment explicitly. Ed had trained the best. If he said Falik was an agent, he was an agent. When he asked if Reza had said anything about the mission, I looked about casually for indications that we were being watched or listened to. Leah chased behind a fleeing rabbit almost directly into me. I snatched her up, talking sweetly to her for a moment. I used kissing and snuggling with her to cover our conversation.

"The bomb is in Eddalya, northeast of Tangier," I whispered at Leah but to Falik and Ed. "It's in a commercial van that's been cleared for the Ferry to Algeciras, Spain. But after it clears the gate at customs, it gets diverted to a private cargo boat that'll take it to Marbella. From there, it's one truck after another until it's in Belgium. From there."

I glanced around again, a playful expression on my face to hide the feelings actually inside me. I looked to the two men and chuckled. It was an expression of true disbelief. "You're not gonna believe this. He's found a way to get it on a NATO cargo transport, a C-130, heading back to the states." I glanced about again, adding, "We're delivering Reza's bomb to D.C. for him. Our own air force."

Leah wriggled, wanting down again. I let her go and looked to Ed. Reza wants you alive. A little longer. The crate is cleared all the way to Chievres Air Base, but." Again checking my surroundings. "He has contacts on the base who can get the crate onto the plane, but he can't get it through the gate. I suspect that's why you're still alive, and coming to Morocco with us. We're taking the ferry to Gibraltar on French passports. Car to Madrid. Private plane to Paris."

My expression probably soured her as I looked around again. I looked between the two men with concern, telling them, "We won't be traveling with the bomb, which doesn't surprise me. But." I contemplated the situation again but couldn't find an answer. "Why are we going back to Paris. It doesn't make any sense. There's something more going on. I just. I just don't have it. And I can't inquire without Reza becoming suspicious."

I looked to Falik. I smiled, pleased. "You're good. I never suspected. Even when--"

I didn't finish the statement. Falik would know what I'd been about to say. But I didn't really think it was pertinent at this point that Ed know I'd fucked Falik. That I'd fucked Falik 22 months ago. That the odds were good that Leah wasn't Reza's but was, in fact, his. He had no reason to think my little girl was his. He had, after all, slipped away from his detail with Reza to get me the necessary Morning After drugs. And Reza had no reason to think Leah wasn't his. Falik and I had hidden our handful of encounters well.

"I was well trained," Falik said, blowing right by my near implication. He looked to Ed, saying, "Gregorson." By Ed's expression it was obvious that this Gregorson must have been a contemporary of his at Langley. Falik looked back to me, saying, "I have a line on the Paris connection, but I need to look into some things to be sure."

We all chatted a bit more about how to proceed, then Falik departed. I picked up a bunny and petted it for a moment. I glanced back to the house and found Reza looking at me while he chatted on a cell phone. He was plenty far enough away not to have heard anything spoken her on the lawn. I blew him a kiss. He chuckled, then turned away. He knew to interpret it not as a sign of affection but as the kiss of death.

"There had been a time when I enjoyed sex with that man," I admitted, looking to Ed. I normally didn't talk to one man about my relationships with another man. But I had a need for Ed to hear this. To understand me. "I'd come to him as a disillusioned American agent. I knew that sharing his bed would secure me a position with him. He made it clear what he wanted from me, Ed. I knew I would be beaten. That I would be--"

I hesitated. I didn't see a need to get into the graphic details. I'd seen the way Ed looked at my wrists. I reached one hand to the other wrist, gently massaging it. "Surprisingly." I drew and released a deep breath before admitting, "Surprisingly, I'd enjoyed it. In fact." I laughed, looking back to where Reza no longer was. I looked back to Ed, telling him, "I missed it. When I was away from Reza. I missed it. I didn't miss him! I would very much like to take a sharp knife to his groin and turn him into a Falsetto."

I laughed again. Looking to Leah again. I smiled, embarrassed. "What do I tell her when she gets old enough to begin asking questions about who and what her father was."

I looked back to Ed. My question implied that I planned not only on Leah and I surviving this but doing so without Reza in our lives. But, that should have been a given to Ed anyway. "When this is all over. When she grows up. What do I tell Leah about her mother? She was an undercover spy who had fucked strange men on four continents and loved to be beaten while getting her ass reamed by a man who tried to turn Washington into a glowing hole in the Earth?"

I looked away toward Reza, who had again appeared and was curling a finger at me. I recalled my use of the word tried and said to Ed, "Or did."

I started toward Reza but only got two steps before I stopped. Shoulder to shoulder with my mentor, lover, and (hopefully) savior from this situation, I said, "Reza wants me to continue fucking you. I think it excites him to know that I know I'm doing a dead man walking."

 

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Leah continued her merry romp around the yard as I watched her mom walk toward the house. During the last 30 minutes, Dima had given me details of Reza's plan and bared her soul on a number of subjects. Falik had stepped away to take a phone call and noticing Reza on the phone as he stared at me and Dima from the patio, I assumed he was talking with Falik. The call ended and Falik made his way over to me.

"Reza just found out the driver of the van with the suitcase bomb was pulled over on 95 just past Richmond. Ellis told me that was the plan. Your cover is still good. You got the bomb into the country. As far as Reza's concerned, ISIS fucked it up since they were responsible for the transportation. It's being reported as an ISIS plot. Reza's pissed but still wants to go ahead with the plan. He's headed into town with Dima. I'm going to see if I can get more info about Paris."

Falik started back to the house leaving me with Leah, her nanny, a bunch of bunnies and a mind overloaded with information.

I'm guessing that somewhere between here and Paris, Reza is going to want me to get that transport through the gate at the airbase. That's a problem since I don't have a clue on how to arrange that. However, I'm sure Reza has some thoughts and I'll just have to wait for him to share.

"When this is all over. When she grows up. What do I tell Leah about her mother?"

Anything but the truth I thought. Dima is going to need time to sort this all out. And by time, I'm talking years not hours. If we get through all this, she'll be spending plenty of time with Agency shrinks trying to help. But, from my own experience, you just learn to accept it all and move on. You do what you need to do to get the job done. That's what's expected of you, that's what you signed up for. As far as Leah, tell her anything that won't fuck her up. And never let her work for the CIA.

Then there's Dima's admission about her sexual activities with Reza. I'm not sure what that was all about, but it certainly got me thinking. Especially in light of her parting statement.

"Reza wants me to continue fucking you."

My cock started to get hard when she said that. It's funny how powerful sex is. I remember attending a lecture at the Farm about using the "honey pot" ploy to trap targets. The bottom line was sex was a bigger draw than money. Now I'm still faced with life and death decisions and all I can think about is Dima naked in bed with me. Her telling me she enjoyed the beatings made it even worse because of some of my fantasies about her. Not that I wanted to hurt her, but there were times when she would wear tight jeans, I wanted so much to restrain her face down on a bed and spank that beautiful ass. I'd reach down into her pussy and finding her completely soaked, I'd fuck her from behind. Would she want me to do that with her?

Before I could think anymore about that, I saw Falik approaching me. The look on his face told me he wasn't bringing good news.

"The trip to Paris. Reza wants to stop there to drop Leah off at her nanny's. Then we'll all be coming back to his place where Dima is going to kill you and I'm going to kill Dima."

Well isn't that a buzzkill.