Eastern Force

She placed her skirt, nicely folded, in the suitcase.  ‘This neatness, just so, way of doing things, could become a habit with me,’ she mused.  ‘At least this part and the mission had gone smoothly, well smoothly was stretching it a bit, but despite her and her partner being two rookie agents, they had beat the odds and succeeded, that was the positive, the negative was something more personal and nagging.  Her mentor had told her that ‘couple missions’ almost always carried certain benefits that single ones did not.  The look she gave Roz told her nothing more needed to be said on that matter.

Roz was still waiting for that particular matter to show itself as she placed a negligee she had hoped not to be wearing in her case.  ‘I got my wish,’ she told herself. ‘Just not in the manner I thought.’

She had been in several training classes with her erstwhile partner, Scott Fulton, but had not spoken to him since the day they were called into Alice’s office and given the mission.  She remembered being thrilled, excited and nervous all at once, her first mission since becoming and agent, Roz also remembered Scott looking less then excited at the mission and her.  Roz went right to an old default, one in spite of her training she’d never been able to erase. ‘Yes you got stuck with the fat chick.’

Roz Downing was anything but that, true she was a size 12, not the typical spy babe formula, but just as and in many cases more effective, but it seemed evident to her that Scott had expected something more traditional and didn’t feel the need to hide his feelings.  She had resigned herself then and there to just completing the mission to show she was capable of being a good agent.  ‘Letting your ego get in the way of your better judgement and your chance at future success was just stupid,’ she told herself while looking into the mirror later that evening. ‘They’ll be other times and opportunities.’

In truth, if see wanted to admit it, she was relieved it had worked out this way.  Roz knew she was not the most experienced of women sexually.  In fact, she was downright a neophyte in the area when compared to her classmates, so having to suffer the embarrassment of being a stumbling, fumbling unsure and tentative lover or just being upset that she’d been rejected, she knew pretty much what side of the ledger she wanted to be on.  Still it nagged at her.  ‘If he doesn’t want me, even as a toss away roll about to relieve the tension of the mission what hope do I have of being effective with targets I actually have to attract?’ she thought again as the tape looped in her head one more time.

She finished folding her clothes and closed the suitcase, checkout was in an hour and that brought up another insult.  They had finished the assignment two days early and had the blessing for FORCE to stay till the end and enjoy themselves, but Scott had decided he wanted to leave early.  ‘That one hurt harder than any of the punches she’d taken from opponents. 

Roz walked over to the mirror and checked her look, a habit now, that she’d had drilled into her during training.  She teased her tresses and smoothed her skirt then checked behind with a half turn and a glance.  She was satisfied with her look, her hair and make up perfect, her lips displayed with a light creamy pink concoction called Morning Fire.  Her blouse was white and hugged her giving her breasts ample room to show off.  She wore a very fashionable pearl choker and matching earrings.  Her light green skirt hugged her hips and underpinned her ass perfectly.  It ended at mid knee giving her show stopping legs the display they deserved especially when tucked inside a pair of classic white pumps

She saw him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, she abruptly turned and walked away.  ‘I’m ready to go, the quicker the better then you won’t have to be with me any longer,’ she snipped. 

‘That’s just the problem,’ Scott said. ‘I don’t think I just can look at you any longer.  This brought Roz up short, the tone was not distant but frustrated.  She turned and looked at him.

‘I’ve never had what you’d call natural luck, but that day when I walked into the briefing room and saw you I thought I’d hit the jackpot!  No, you have to let me do this in one continuous thought,’ he said stopping her from saying something.  Roz took the cue and lowered herself into a chair.

‘We only had a few classes together, but I never had the luck to have you as a partner or an opponent.  I remember that unitard you used to wear for combat classes, looked like a modified monokini.  I used to watch you move in that, the exposed skin displaying the sculpted muscle that moved sinuous and menacing into the attack.  The way the fabric stretched to showcase your moving form and allow your deadly talents maximum freedom.  I used to wish I would be paired against you, win or lose I didn’t care just to be that close to you, to feel your touch, but as I said I was never that lucky.

Then the ultimate frustration and joy, an assignment with you.  Knowing we are rookie agents and our performance monitored it took all I had to fight off the desire inside me for you.  It was only compounded by our style choices and how you made everything you wore rock.  But I knew if I did we’d screw up the assignment and while I could live with that I couldn’t let that happen to you, you’re a real talent, so I went to the opposite extreme, but I had to tell you, not for me but because I could see you were beginning to have doubts about yourself and you should never have those Roz, your incredible.

For a second she didn’t know what to say, she had it all wrong.  She realised, this wasn’t a one off bonus roll in the hay for and job well done for either of them, Scott really cared for her, his passion was full on.

‘I’m not that experienced, I think you may have built me up into something I can never measure up to,’ she said instantly thinking it had to be the stupidest thing so could have possibly blurted out. 

‘I thought the same thing only from my perspective.  How could I never please this woman, I want to touch her everywhere at the same time, I’d fumble about giving you slices but never the whole apple as I would want, make a hash of things and then what would you think, maybe even that it was your fault.  Then there’s the whole don’t get involved with another agent it can only end badly for one or both of you, there’s a lot of truth in that.  I don’t want sex Roz I want to make love with you.’

She understood what the statement entailed.  Everything could end in heartbreak if they broke up or one was killed, that would compromise the other and make them useless as an agent, nothing but a whole series of bad endings.  Her mentor had told her to just treat it as friends with benefits proposition and leave it at that, it was sound advice, but then there was Cindy and Quinn to consider, they made it work and still do and she’d heard stories of others, nothing but rumours and innuendo, but where there was smoke.  She also knew these agents were older, had established themselves and well she didn’t like to admit it, more mature and sophisticated than she.

‘It’s a Gordian Knot to be sure,’ she said getting up and walking over to the phone.  ‘Hello, yes, we’d like to cancel our cancellation and stay the remaining days, thank you.’  She walked over to the door, slipped the Do Not Disturb sign to the outside and locked the door before turning around.

‘Let’s see where this knot leads to,’ she purred.

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‘I don’t remember much after that,’ she said searching for and taking his hand in hers as they swayed on the hammock.  I recalled us crashing together, hands everywhere, the removal of clothes awkwardly and quickly, a sensation of falling and then just a warm feeling and the oblivion of a soft white light, then bliss and finally the sensation of our rapid breathing and the feeling of our bodies conjoined.  I do fully and wonderfully remember everything after that,’ Roz said the soft pads of one foot stroking his calf.

‘I remember the touch of your lips after we’d finished the first time.  When I close my eyes I can feel every moment of that touch and the look in your eyes,’ Scott said back with a squeeze of her hand.

Roz turned a little in to him, the corner of her eye catching a rustling between his legs, see knew not because of her touch but because of his memory of her he had just described.  Her scent feeling his nostrils he responded even more as Roz snaked one leg over and between his, the back of her knee cupping his semi in her caress and rapidly turning it into a granite obelisk that she loving stroked to keep it that way. 

‘Luckily I have tremendous powers of concentration, otherwise this could end up being a precarious place to make love,’ he said stroking her arm. 

‘The business we’re in and you think that would be precarious?’ she giggled a little before he went on.

‘I do remember the second and the third and the forth and all the others that time and I remember you saying that you weren’t that experienced several more time after our first encounter for which I was grateful,’ he said smiling and kissing her again as she looked a little bewildered.  ‘Because if I had gotten the experienced Roz I never would have survived that weekend.  You were incredible, part of that I know is my perception what you would be like, but the reality was so much better.  You were astoundingly sexily, loving, inventive, adventurous, dangerous, I needed that Roz to grow with, everything you were that weekend was all the seed of what you are now and your career proves it.’

‘What’s your meeting on Monday about?’ Scott asked casually.

‘No idea, it’s all very hush-hush,’ Roz answered seemingly unconcerned.

The ironic thing was even though she worked for a spy agency and everything was supposed and actually was very secretive Roz as well as all the other agents had back doors to information.  Just how many doors you could open usually depended on how good an agent you were.  Roz was a very good agent and she usually could get many doors ajar, but not this time. 

‘Anyway I don’t want to dwell on work,’ she said softly as she pulled herself a little closer to him, smiled and closed her eyes as the hammock gently swayed.

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They never made a big deal of saying goodbye to each, just a simple kiss and hug, both needed and wanted it and it proved just enough.  They knew they’d see each other and always left it at that.  Her flight was uneventful except for adding her frequent flyer points to their joint account and seeing where they could spend time together in some exotic location in the future.

She arrived at FORCE HQ, a mid-sized office building on W 26^th St.  Officially it was the Steinmetz and Sons, a Brokerage House of excellent reputation with a small and very private clientele, who liked it that way.  The trading offices were on Wall Street, close to the action, this was the Analytics Department, the brains behind the operation of finance spying, the top three floors high security supposedly just covering the computer and data resource centre, which in reality they did, but they also housed FORCE HQ in North America and Roz was headed straight for the top floor. The retinal scan got her into the building and a second Biometric scan got her into the elevator where another retinal scan, this time the other eye sent her speeding to the top floor.  

‘Miss Downing,’ said a pretty young woman in a flat serious tone then turned and starting walking.  The spy fell into step as they traversed the hall then stopped at a conference room door where the woman knocked twice and opened the door just enough to stick her head inside the door.  Roz heard her name being mentioned then the door closed and the woman turned her.

‘You may go in,’ was all she said in the same even tone then walked away.  Roz watched her go, then slipped her hand around the latch and entered the room unsure of what to expect but sure what she encountered was nowhere on her list of outcomes.

She stared and starring back at her were 10 grey haired women each wearing a house dress, a shawl, sensible shoes, spectacles and leaning on a cane.  Roz laughed a little then smiled.

‘Welcome dearie,’ said a voice, carefully masked to appear much older than she was.  ‘We have watercress and pinwheel sandwiches, crust removed of course, strawberries and cream for dessert and of course tea in china cups.  We also have this for you,’ she said wobbling a little as she leaned against her cane and dug into the oversized black purse she had.  ‘Now don’t tell me I’ve forgotten it, oh no, here it is,’ she scratched before fishing it out and handing it to Roz.  ‘Well go on and open it, at my age it will be a surprise as well, since I can’t remember anything.’

Roz gave a smile and removed the ribbon and the bow then opened the case revealing the most exquisite set of pearl earrings, bracelet and stand she’d ever seen.

‘Welcome to the Century Club,’ Claire said as she removed her wig.  ‘One Hundred completed missions,’ she added in triumph before embracing her and giving her a kiss on the cheek as did all the other members. 

‘You see I win the bet, everyone, I told you she had no idea,’ Roz’s department head Cindy Krutzler said as she embraced her.  ‘I can tell by the look of shock on her face, you almost never see it. Quick someone get a picture!’

The all had a laugh and shared a meal.  In spite of the levity they all knew what a serious accomplishment this, both, for the organisation and for the individual.  The more experience an agent had the harder they were to eliminate, all that knowledge came in useful, experience was the best asset they could possess and for FORCE to add another member to the Century Club made them more formidable as it did for Roz, not that she needed it, she was already considered a top agent and a prize to be taken by her enemies. 

While the party went on Roz notice Cindy and Claire drift together and talk for a while.  It was hard to choose between the two of them, contrasting figures certainly, Claire was more the prototypical spy femme fatale type from the movies only without the requirement of being rescued from peril. Cindy was everything you would not expect a female spy to be and that’s what played to her advantage and indeed her Sections advantage.  The Head of Ops-Plus Section had put together a formidable group of agents not only Roz, but Ivory Stephens, Marcia Seaton, Tami Dashwood among others and that was not adding the coming six:  Rochelle Mainwaring, Sabine Huber, Iris Manji, Nara Fleming, Seeva Zelinsky, Elena Zubova. 

 As the gathering wound down Cindy asked Roz to come back to her office for a few minutes.

‘Here we go,’ Roz thought, ‘I’m in trouble again for something.’

They made the journey with small talk Roz knowing even more something was coming because of it and when they had settled Cindy, in her usual manner came straight to it.

‘We want you to go to the Far East and India for a while, take up residence their, you choose the location.’ she said.

‘Sounds like a little longer than a while and why me?’ she asked.

‘We need to organize things a little better there,’ she had barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Roz put her hand up.

‘I have no interest in being an administrator and if FORCE has lost confidence in me as an agent, then I will be happy to retire,’ she stated flatly.

‘We want you to do neither, you’re my top agent and that’s why we want you to go, we very much want you in the field, but we also want you too oversea the crop of young agents we have there.  Give them your wisdom and experience, your unique skill sets, besides were rather thin on the ground out there at the moment.  Just as Asian women work well in the west the same is true for Caucasian women in the east and in particular, pluses.  Your exotic skills are very well versed in eastern techniques, some of our girls would benefit from that teaching. 

‘Excellent, I want you take a couple of months and refresh yourself with Eastern Styles both from the offensive and the defensive, both sexes,’ Cindy ordered and handed her a few DVD’s.

‘Training manuals?’ Roz asked.

‘In a manner, video’s your opponents in action, they make for interesting watching,’ Cindy said with a smile and Roz knew the meeting was concluded.  She picked up her itinerary from Cindy’s admin and left.  ‘These are just a basic primer; you’ll get more in depth ones when you visit Wei Lee’

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It was a long flight and an even longer train and then jeep ride to get to Wei Lee’s base of operations deep in the Myanmar jungle very close to the border with China.  It was secluded and as Roz had discovered difficult to get to making it an excellent place for her covert activities and the landlords never bothered her courtesy of a several favours see had performed for them.

Roz mixed her physical training with her casual training, namely the Dvd’s and her collection of exotic eastern arts, but the more see learned the more see realised she knew nothing at all.

‘The beginning of wisdom,’ she told herself.

 She worked long days with Wei Lee, as she had the best access to teachers through her connects with various business enterprises and other agencies, she was also and excellent advisor.

‘Do not think because you will have either the advantage of both size and power in some cases that will get you through.  In many cases it could be your undoing, as Asian women have learned to compensate for this,’ Wei said as they entered her private training room.

‘What about the men,’ Roz asked.

‘An excellent place to start. They tend to be smaller males, lean, but strong, the exception being some India Males but we’ll come to them.  They will dress as females, elaborate disguises and make up, right down to the weapons of a real female and use them just as we do, sometimes even with more effectiveness.  All are highly talented fighters, both in male and female arts, which make them so effective against all opponents.  Don’t think your flexibility is superior either, expertly skilled in Yoga they are lethal knotters and well versed in single and two man knots and unlike western males who just use power eastern males use multiple aspects.’ Wei explained.

Such as?’ Roz inquired keenly. 

‘They use their Yoni’s exceedingly well.  Some of the variants are known as Stringing Prawn, Lotus Stem, Thai Stick, Bamboo Bond, there are others that we’ll cover.  Also all single knots are Anal as they are more effective on us.’

‘What about poison or motion,’ Roz asked.  ‘I’ve always found either to be persuasive on the male.’

‘They’re more likely to be ones using that on you.  Aware of how talented a female’s derriere can be and how tight a grip she can encase their prongs in they have developed a synthetic oily wax that they coat their stems in.  It acts as a sealer against any poisonous entrapment that may await it upon entry.  Once inside the combined heat expands the membrane just enough causing it to release a very drug that slows your metabolism down and you just enough to make the game more interesting, it also forms a firm shell around his root protecting it from any frictional enticement you may be able to deploy.  If you couple that with a twofold entwinement, one anal the other paradise and the female is soon helpless.’

‘The Asian Stinging Hornet,’ Wei said activating a video on her tablet.‘

‘The drug isn’t potent enough to paralyze you, just make you weaker and allow them to insert their spindle into you and forget that myth we’ve all heard about Asian men and penis size, it’s just that, a myth.  If you get “Spindled” as we call it either front or back or both it will take everything you have to escape, even for you Roz.  It doesn’t stop there, in a group of three or more the female can be entangled in a Triad Tangle, either male or female, both are equally deadly but the make version contains a stinging function that can kill all by itself.  Rather than simply immobilize and ensnare the female in their bodies, males will opt for a more insidious death.  Quick penetrations from behind or stinging, a thrust and an extraction, only several seconds but one after the other.  Our physiology can’t handle it, it creates a chemical reaction and disorients us especially after long fighting encounters and we’re tried out.  All it takes is several quick stings to begin the process, from there the female is repeatedly stung maker her weaker and weaker until she is finally tethered in a specialised bind by one of the males that exposes her fully for a final penetration that kills her.’

Wei continued. ‘As I mentioned before, their small size and sinuous forms have another advantage, massage.  Our opponents are supple and smooth and trained in numerous techniques, a few are; Bangkok Body Rub, Shiatsu Snake, Mekong Male Massage are extremely slow in buildup and subtle in nature usually the female is caught during sex or a sexual act.

‘How so,’ asked Roz. ‘Usually during sex, the act or the foreplay, the female asserts control, and as so oral foreplay we definitely have control.’

‘The massage works with the act, it’s a trap from the female.  As the male indicates what he likes, maybe a little more hip turn from her or more stimulation to a part, he is actually luring her into his motion trap, she thinks she has him, distracting him with pleasure but its his body working on her.  As I said it’s a slow build up, as the female exerts her talents and energies, he’s busy doing the same to her but his positioning of her regarding what she thinks he likes has rendered her aptitudes inert.  Unable to drain the male of his energy by orgasm, she tries harder draining her energy reserves until finally the male has rubbed her just enough that he activates the trap.  Unable to resist, her muscles deadened, the female is slowly enveloped inside his body and finished slowly.  There are variants that allow two males to entangle and massage the female,’ Wei offered.

Observe,’ Fan said as she activated the screen at the front of the room.

Roz watched scene after scene of males completing their missions using the techniques Wei had described.  She watched closely observing the men, skilled, sexy and lethal against their prey, their sinewy bodies entangling their female opponents in exotic positions. 

She went to bed that night studying and thinking of how to counter them.  Warm moist air filled her room.  Wei’s retreat and training centre for her women was deep in the jungle in Myanmar by a lake, she looked out at the room, jungle heat rising from it.  She needed to get used to the heat, her naked body silhouetted against the moonlight by the door had a sheen to it from the moist air.

She never heard the silent intruder.  A pinch to both her calves from his toes froze her by the door and in the moonlight that flooded in.  She looked down and saw a him, just as had been outlined to her by Fan, sinewy and small, her was naked as well Roz also noticing the other thing Wei had said that about their appendages, he was more than adequate.  She couldn’t more her legs.

‘Evening Miss Downing, excellent to find you nude.  Its good to see a pluses calves can be caught in The Clasping Crab.’

Roz’s legs were stone; she could stand but not command her legs to move.  She was more annoyed about be caught unaware, he was good and she knew deadly.  Slowly he moved his legs apart like a fan opening, Roz her back to him could do nothing.  Very slowly the plus was lowered into a split position on the bamboo floor her arms secured in his as she came down, caught behind her neck. He came closer in as she came down his prong engorging to full extension and steel hard stiffness as she carefully tried to guide himself in.

Roz quivered as he churned his hips about, he gently worked himself in, she tried to resist but she was compromised by her position.

‘I’m opened up to him, spread out and extended.’ she said to herself.

Roz clenched her ass and rolled forward pulling his stem free. He tried again, her gates were barred, but she rubbed on his yoni, breaking his concentration, but not his hold on her.  Roz smiled as he came, his ghism spilling on the floor under her.

‘Round One to me Honey Bun, but I think you have more in you to give.

The outlines moved in the moonlight, Roz struggling to free her legs from The Clasping Crab before she was spindled.  Her body drenched in sweat, moist and dripping, her nipples dropping splashes of water that formed tiny pools below her.

He arched her up and slid into place once more, his hips dancing with her as she tried to evade capture.  Roz used her strength to just hold herself off his lap while she danced about him.  The vivacious vixen used her asset to full advantage.  She felt him still after several minutes. Then just a brush of skin sent him over the top, her convulsed and jetted, his grunts and thrusting noises filling her spacious room.

She took full advantage of his release turning her head in an incredible display of suppleness to give him a picture of her beautiful face before applying a kiss.

‘Round two to me as well Sugar,’ she said and continued in a breathless voice.

The spy twisted and contorted and swayed her ass about, her body splashing droplets into the night pelting the floor like raindrops.  She cummed him four more times, his cock still hard and full of fight. 

‘You’re hard and so huge, one slip and I’ll be helplessly impaled on your lance, my labours to escape wasted,’ she panted as she worked.

The control the FORCE spy exhibited was incredible as was her sheer strength.  Her muscle tone revealed itself to her attacker, much more so than any women he’d had before.  His cock was throbbing from her ministrations, tingling and soaring, the wonderful sense of pleasure bubbling to the surface and then exploding in spite of his efforts to avoid it.

She danced and kissed and talked and nuzzled him to 6 more before she was free.  She fell forward exhausted but free.  She glowed intensely in the moonlight, her body an orangey flame colour, wet and glistening as she rolled lethargically onto her stomach, her breath heavy and laboured as she rested for a second before slowly slithering toward him.

‘A excellent try sweetie pie but I pack a punch in my ass, a lethal part of any pluses arsenal, as deadly as any other part of my body,’ she said giving him a kiss.

‘My trap is a modification from the Stripper’s Guild Lethal Lap Dance.  I can kill with mine if need be, but mostly I use it in a paralysing way.  My motion and my touches all attack the oh so sensitive nerve endings in that monster of yours, eventually paralysing your entire body, but not before a pleasurable interlude,’ she purred giving him another kiss.

Roz wiggled about, her movements laboured from her ordeal of hours of work.  She tilted him on his side and pressed her front into his back then rolled taking him on top of her as she rolled onto her back.

‘This is much more comfortable position for both us,’ she cooed.

Roz softly cuddled him while her hands closed around his flaccid stem.  His soft rope instinctively responding to her skilled touch.

‘It appears my touch appeals to you this way as well,’ she said into his ear as her tongue lashed it adding to the attack.  ‘You’re getting bigger and harder, a dangerous combination,’ she added hotly.

Roz turned his rope into a hardened shaft of pulsing pleasure, her hands lapping and rubbing his prong.  She danced her nails over it every so often hitting nerve endings and turning the fire hotter inside him.  She gave him encouraging nips and kisses and touches along the way.  Her palms tenderly polished his tip sending bliss up his stem.

The tips of her lips just resting on his she opened and closed them just in a purse, the hot air from her doing just what she wanted, it send him over the top.  Roz directed the eruption away and elicited all of it out of him with her manipulations.

‘Oh my Snuggle Toy, what a geyser, but I bet you have more, you’re still so hard and the next ones will be quicker as I know what you like now.’

She delivered on her promise stroking him to expulsion four more times each quicker than the previous.  His musk covered them both, mixing with hers keeping the sexual stimulation on the boil, both were covered in dampness.  Roz arched her pelvis up and let him slide backward a little so his head came off her shoulder and down beside her. 

She turned her head to his and smiled hungrily before her lips took his and her tongue danced inside his mouth. 

‘You’re still interested Lammie, just not so enthusiastically I think, lets see if I can fix that’ Roz purred as she drew a leg up his body and into his package.

‘It feels like a snake coming up your body, doesn’t it, carefully slithering toward its goal, a flicking tongue,’ Roz flicked hers into his mouth. ‘A slow turn of its head,’ Roz turned her mouth as she kissed him. ‘And finally if finds and envelops its prey,’ she hissed as her toes succulently opened and closed on his tip before running down his shaft.

‘The snake builds the senses, stimulates a primal urge, maybe you can resist the siren call, but maybe the serpent is your secret desire and you give in,’ Roz whispered as he came, she kneading him to extract his juice.

‘There secret desire fulfilled, but what if the sexual constrictor has a partner, another pleasure python, what then,’ she said slipping her other leg about him and into the caress.  Two lethal constrictors wrapped around, their churning stimulation turning you on and on until you just succumb to them.’

He did, her soft touch spilled him, her legs tightening to hold him still while he writhed in ecstasy. 

‘But now you have a problem your desires have been granted, but the two serpents are not yet satiated, they want more, they want all of you,’ she explained as she began again.  Roz stroked and played with his root, delicate brushes mixed with soft strokes and grips from the pads of her toes along with a grip and pull of his knob did the trick. The spy gave him a kiss and began again.  She repeated the process five more times, until his root was limp and spent. Roz rolled him back onto her and sat up at the waist taking him with her.

‘One final position honey bear,’ she said.

The spy pulled his right leg across and tight to his body and repeated the position with his left.  From behind Roz placed her heels against the tops of his feet.  Roz lowered her ass and relaxed wiggling it about until she had his face she fell forward and took his appendage into her mouth and his arms into hers competing The Honeycomb.

Despite his spend nature the instant Roz coddled his piece, her lips and tongue caressing and sliding around his obelisk began to harden and his body twitch.  The spy let him worm helplessly in the knot her ministrations sapping the remaining fight from him until he stilled.  Roz’s ass contracted and pulled his face into it sealing him tight and his fate.