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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 21: The State Department free porn video
Tuesday, June 8, 1971
"Michael?" Penny called from the open door.
"Yeah..." I mumbled.
"Time to get up," she said.
"What time is it?" I asked without opening my eyes.
"It's time to get going. They just said to wake you and tell you to get dressed," Penny said.
It took me a moment to remember why I was this tired. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, last night, only to be awakened by a pair of sex-starved Polynesian Princesses.
"Aw-w-w ... I'm sorry. Did we wake the sleeping little boy?" Mikeya teased.
"I'll show you little boy! As soon as I get out of these clothes," I told her.
"I hope so," she replied as she began tugging at my shirt.
I sat up in the bed as she pulled it over my head, then attacked my pants. Soon I was naked and both princesses were all over me, rubbing and kissing. They decided to divide and conquer, as they pushed me down on my back, with Ileana kissing me passionately, and Mikeya doing the same for Little Mike.
Finally, Mikeya straddled me, plunging down quickly, to envelope my erect member with her desperate pussy. She settled in for a long ride as she thrilled to the sensation of fullness she had missed for almost a week.
Ileana, lying beside us, seemed content just to share her passionate kisses with me. I scanned her as I lay there, enjoying both of the sister's attentions. I discovered that Ileana was struggling NOT to get too excited. She had decided to wait out her time, until she could start taking the newly prescribed birth control pills she had received this morning. She told herself that, this close, she didn't want to risk becoming pregnant, since I had already prophesied that Mikeya would have twin daughters, thereby fulfilling their quest.
"C'mere," I told Ileana. "Put your knees next to my ears."
Ileana was confused for a second, but quickly figured it out. Mikeya straightened up to allow her sister to mount my face, but never slowed down her repeated hip rotations. Putting her hands on Ileana's shoulders for balance, she began to rotate and plunge her pussy up and down, steadily, on Little Mike.
Ileana settled her pussy on my waiting lips.
"Oh ... Je vois (I see)!" she exclaimed, as she felt my tongue on her vagina. Soon she was grinding her pussy against my mouth, trying to get me to touch her clit. But I continued to tease her, avoiding her increasingly desperate attempts to establish contact with her sensitive nub.
"Agh-gh-agh ... Mi ... chael..." she cried. "Ple-eas-se-se..."
I felt Mikeya stop her movements at the sound of her little sister's cry, so I connected her, just in time to sense Ileana's sexual frustration. For some reason, Ileana's heightened passions, even though she was frustrated, stoked the fire in Mikeya, and she started moving faster, pounding me harder.
Finally, as I felt Ileana reaching her peak, I grabbed her shapely buttocks, trapping her tightly to my mouth, as I moved my lips up fractionally on her pussy. Then, sucking the little nub between my lips, I lashed it repeatedly with my tongue.
It became a battle of Ileana's leg muscles against the muscles in my arms, as she skyrocketed through her orgasm.
"Oh mon Dieu! C'est trop! J'abandonne! C'est trop!" she cried in French. (Oh my god! Too much! I give! Too much!).
Sensing her completion, I let go of her hips, just as she tried with one last hard effort to release the pressure on her hypersensitive clit. She literally sprang off my face, falling to the bed beside me, panting.
Mikeya, still connected to her sister's emotions, suddenly became very still. She began to shiver as her orgasm, together with the waves of orgasmic bliss from her sister, washed over her.
Realizing I was still hard, she fought the urge to dismount, and began grinding against me. Exquisite pain seared through her super-sensitive pussy, so she switched to using her internal muscles to try and milk the seed from my shaft.
"Please, Michael. You must give it to me. You must give me your seed!" Mikeya cried.
I tried to scan her, to see if she was too sensitive to continue, but all I found was an overwhelmingly desperate need to make me cum in her. So placing my hands on her hips to hold her in place, I began to thrust up with mine, driving Little Mike harder and harder into her.
At one point, I was actually lifting her high enough to take most of her weight directly on my pelvic bone. She used this 'air time' to grind her throbbing clit against me as she cried, "Oh oui!" over and over.
I didn't last long with this kind of wild calisthenics, cumming inside her with massive spurts, as she had asked for. When she felt me cumming, she sighed a happy sigh, collapsing on top of me, trapping me, exhausted beneath her.
After a few moments, she turned her head to the side and said something 'native' to Ileana. I looked at Ileana in question.
"She said that now it was safe for me to fuck you," she giggled. "And that I owed her. But not too much!"
I hugged Mikeya to me.
"You are such a good big sister," I told her. "And you are going to be a wonderful mother to our daughters!"
Mikeya, knowing that Ileana didn't want to get pregnant, and deciding that abstaining from this new found pleasure might be difficult for her, had decided to fuck me first, to wear me out, so I'd be less likely to cum in Ileana.
We lay there like that, with Mikeya on top of me and Ileana in the crook of my arm, for a while. Finally, Mikeya, rolled off of me, and then scrambled to the bathroom, holding her hand over her pussy to keep from dribbling. I started to remind her that most of my spend had already drained out of her, coating my crotch, but before I could speak, Ileana said, "Oo-o-o! somebody made a mess!" referring to a limp, but very satisfied Little Mike.
"Here," Mikeya said to Ileana, as she tossed her a damp washcloth. "If you want to use it, you have to clean it."
Little Mike jerked as the damp cloth enveloped him. Of course, Ileana thought he was flirting with her, so she began to caress him gently.
"Before this gets too far along, I need to talk to you and your sister," I told Ileana.
"Oh, poor baby," she said to Little Mike, who was growing in response to her attention.
"He'll be fine," I told her. "Let me up."
I went to my bag, and removed two of the items I had purchased earlier, with Adriana's help.
Mikeya rejoined us, and I had them sit side by side on the bed. I sank to one knee in front of them. They were mildly curious as to what I was doing, but their underlying contentment was evident.
"Mikeya, Ileana, I want to tell you how fortunate I feel, that you chose me. I did not totally understand what was happening when we went through the ceremonies, and I'm not sure I understand all that they meant, but I understand that you..." speaking to Mikeya, " ... and I are going to be the parents of two little girls, soon."
Imagine that you had just heard that you were finally going to reach your life's goal very soon. That's the only way I can describe Mikeya at that moment. Happiness, satisfaction, accomplishment, excitement, and joy. All rolled together.
"I want you to know that I will make no claim on you or them that might threaten your nation or the monarchy. However, I will do all I can to support you, and both of them. I would like to be as much a part of their growing up as possible, without treading on your royal traditions. You'll have to guide me in what I'm allowed or not allowed to do," I told her.
Mikeya just smiled her radiant smile as she said, "Don't worry, Michael. Your little Princesses will grow up with all the love you and I and the people of Tapato can give them."
I turned to Ileana, as I said, "And while I am not sure what your future holds, I hope that I am some part of it. I know that I am looking forward to your extended stay, and will do everything in my power to make it a happy one, that your dreams may be fulfilled as well."
Mikeya leaned forward to hug me and Ileana followed, as they told me how happy they were.
"Wait! I have something else. In America, we have a custom. When a man is mated, he bestows on his mate a symbol that says to everyone else, that this woman is his mate," I told them.
I had their attention now, as two pairs of eyes had suddenly become very large.
"If you had been wearing such a symbol at the party, you might never have been bothered," I explained to Ileana.
"It wasn't that much really," Ileana offered.
"Still, I'm sorry it happened. So, I would like to give both of you symbols of my commitment to you, that are native to my country," I said.
I set the two small jewelry boxes on the floor between us, and opened the first one, removing the two rings. Then taking Mikeya's left hand in mine, I slid the engagement ring, with its shimmering diamond, and its accompanying band, onto her ring finger.
"Your Highness," I said looking directly into her eyes, "as the future queen, I swear my allegiance to you. As the future mother of our children, I offer you my love, and my promise to do everything I can to help protect them from evil, and to help raise them in wisdom and love. I do not know the traditions or customs of your people yet. I know only that my heart commands me to offer you this symbol of my love, in the hope that you will wear it with happiness and love."
Mikeya surprised me by standing, as she said, "Arise, my Prince."
I stood as she requested, my eyes never leaving hers.
"Michael, you may never tell of this, but you need to know," she said.
Then, sinking to one knee, Mikeya said, "A queen can only swear her allegiance to the nation. So my people must be the ones to receive the oath of my being. For without that, I cannot rule wisely. However, I, Princess Mikeya Melati Putih Kapaemala, heir to the Throne of Tapato, give you my pledge that I will love you always, as the father of my daughters, and the joy of my heart."
I lifted her to her feet and kissed her gently before enfolding her in my arms. For Mikeya, this was a rare glimpse and an even rarer chance to share in her emotions. For she was not, by nature, an emotional person. I became lost in the feelings of warmth and love, until she spoke.
"Michael," she said softly, "Ileana?"
"I will treasure your pledge, all my days. Thank you, Your Majesty," I said.
"I thought I told you, Michael. 'Your Majesty' is for the Queen," Ileana said.
"I know ... Your Majesty," I replied as I finally pulled away.
Then I picked up the other jewelry box, and removing the rings, I took Ileana's hand, and slid her diamond engagement ring and matching band on the ring finger of her left hand.
"Ileana, if you so choose, our futures will be one future, our dreams, one dream, and our love, one love," I said to Ileana.
"That wasn't what I had planned to say!" I thought to myself.
The words had come, but they were not mine.
This was not my first prophesy, but the others, I had at least understood somewhat. This one was new. And I had no idea what it meant. So I'm sure I looked a little weird after I said it.
Ileana looked thoughtful as well, before she said, "I know. I have chosen."
When she saw my puzzled look turn to bewilderment, she continued...
"They visited my dreams, but I thought I was crazy. Until this morning, when I found out they had also visited the others," she explained.
My curiosity was getting the better of me now and I'd have preferred to discuss this further. However, they had other plans for me, and talking would have been difficult, what with Mikeya's twat covering my mouth. They had mounted me again, this time switching places, with Mikeya giving me dire warnings about what would happen to me if I came in Ileana.
I bowed to their royal demands, and immediately began reading them, in an effort to give each of them what they so desperately sought.
After one more, smaller orgasm, Ileana got dressed, and then kissing her sister's cheek, spoke to her in Tapatoan.
Then bending to kiss my forehead (Mikeya had yet to relinquish her domination of my tongue!) Ileana said, "I just told her not to wear you out tonight. We still have many more nights of this adventure."
Mikeya had waited patiently for this night.
Now, assured that all her other duties and obligations had been, or soon would be met, she reveled in both her success and her pleasure. She then set out to make new conquests. And it wasn't long until Little Mike became one of them. But not before giving her a mighty effort.
"I want to try it all Michael!" she told me. "Even right here," as she touched my fingers that were caressing her leg at the moment, and guided them to the valley between her ass cheeks.
I hadn't seen that one coming, but I had promised to make her happy. It took lots of slow, patient, stretching, before she was ready, but I'll be damned, she liked it!
I fell asleep soon afterwards. Considering it had been almost twenty-four hours ago that I had started my day, no wonder I was tired.
As I looked around me in the light of day, Mikeya was nowhere to be seen.
"Okay. I'm getting up," I told Penny. "Have you seen Mikeya?"
"They are 'supposed' to be getting ready, but Mikeya looked in worse shape than you do. I don't want to ask what you did to her, do I?" Penny teased.
"Why does the guy always get the blame?" I groused, as Penny left.
Since we were going to the State Department, first thing this morning, I dressed in slacks and a sport coat. The quick shower helped, but I needed coffee. So I made my way to the Dining Car.
It looked like I was the first one there, so I grabbed a cup of coffee from the pot on the galley counter, and settled into a booth. Pretty soon, a young lady I did not know, was standing beside me with a plate of biscuits and gravy.
"Kip said you might like these," she said.
"And you must be Kip's big sister, Karla," I stated.
"And you must be Michael. Or should I address you as 'Your Highness'?" she asked sassily.
"You do that, and I'll have to call you 'Kissy'," I replied.
"How did you... ?" she started. Kippy and Kissy were what the family had called them when they were small. She hated being called Kissy.
"I hope that someone told you, Kissy, BEFORE you accepted the position, that there are very few secrets around me," I told her.
"Ah ... they did. I guess I just didn't believe them. I mean nobody has called me that since kindergarten," she said.
"Then I guess you don't have to use my title, either," I replied, smiling at her.
"Deal! Oh, Kip said to tell you there are two cars parked next to the tracks. He said you might be able to tell who they are," she said skeptically.
"Tell him they're SY," I said after a quick scan.
"SY? What would State's Security Service be doing at Union Station this time of morning?" she thought to herself as she returned to the galley.
"Our visit constitutes a Diplomatic Mission," I explained. "They are here to escort the Queen and her party to the State Department."
"Oh..." she thought back automatically.
"WAIT! How are you doing that?" she said out loud from the galley.
"I warned you, Sis," Kip replied with a chuckle as he figured out what was happening to her. "They're going to be VERY interesting people to work for."
I cut my connection and left Kip to explain, as Anna came in and sat down across from me.
"Do you know where we are? And did you know that there are two Government vehicles out there, and they are not CIA or FBI?" she asked.
"We're behind Union Station and the men in the cars are SY," I replied.
"How did they know we'd be here?" she asked.
"I don't know, but I suspect they contacted the office. Or maybe Catherine," I replied. I'd put my money on Catherine.
She shrugged. "So I take it they're clean?"
I nodded as Kip came out with coffee and a biscuit for Anna.
"I gotta tell you, boss..." Kip started.
"Not yet," I interrupted him.
"Wha ... you keep doing that," he said with a grin. "Anyway, I was just going to say that I haven't seen anyone able to jerk her chain like that since she was a kid," Kip laughed, refilling my cup as well.
"I hope I didn't scare her," I said.
"Naw. She's just a little confused at the moment. Penny tried to warn her last night, but I don't think she really believed her. I guess she'll take things Penny says a little more seriously now," he said as he headed back to the galley.
"Kip?"
"Yes, sir," he replied automatically.
"Nicky, Vickie, and Amy, are still asleep and will be staying here. They are not to leave the train without you," I instructed.
"Yes, sir," he replied, smiling this time. He knew I couldn't say anything about the 'sirs'.
"Michael?" Anna thought.
"Yes," I thought back. I was a little surprised that she was using thoughts, when sitting right in front of me.
"Daddy asked me to ask you for a favor," she said hesitantly.
"Depends. Does it have anything to do with me and your fine ass?" I teased.
"MICHAEL! Please, not now. I'm almost desperate enough to give in to you, even if it means LETTING you fuck my ass. But this is serious!" she cried.
"Almost?"
"MICHAEL! Don't do that!"
"Sorry. What's daddy got on his mind?"
"The CIA has suspected a leak in the State Department for some time. We've got an idea which department, but don't know who it is. Daddy asked me to have you do your radar thing, and see if you could spot them," she thought.
"Radar thing?"
"That's what he calls it. He really hasn't taken the time to understand it. I think it's because he's a little afraid of you. Though Lord knows I haven't seen him afraid of very many people in my life," she replied in thought.
"I can't promise anything. Remember, it's the emotions I can pick up. They would probably have to be thinking about spying while I was scanning them, in order to catch them. This is the first time I have ever tried to use my abilities like this," I told her
"Okay, thanks. I'll be going with you this morning. We'll figure it out together," she thought back.
"Good morning," Penny said, as she slid into the booth beside Anna. "Karla says that Diplomatic Security is outside. Is it because of Kalani?"
"Probably," Anna replied.
"Good. I was thinking we'd have to use a couple of DC's infamous cabs to get there. It's too far to walk," Penny said.
"Yeah, thank goodness for small favors," Anna replied.
"Anna? I was wondering..." Penny stated to ask. "Since you and the SY are going to be with Michael, I thought I'd stop by my office and turn in my two week notice. The Justice Building is on the way. Would you mind?"
"Not at all! And congratulations on your new position," Anna replied.
"Thanks! Are you okay with that, Michael?" she asked.
"Of course," I told her.
"Okay, I don't know how long it will take, but I'll try to join you at State as soon as I'm through. Would you leave my name at reception?" Penny said.
"C'mon. I've got a scarf in my room that would look really good with that blouse," Anna told her as they left.
They hadn't been gone long when Ileana kissed my cheek before sliding into the still warm seat across from me.
"Good morning," she said gaily, wiggling the fingers of her left hand at me. The diamond ring sparkled in the morning sun that was filtering through the windows of the Dining Car.
"You're awfully chipper for someone who spent the night wearing me out," I said teasing her.
"Wrong sister! And I warned her not to wear you out. But you're safe. I don't start my time of the month for a few more days," she informed me.
"What's this? You're discussing your monthlies with Michael?" Kalani asked. She was standing next to our booth. "Would you mind if I join you?"
"The more, the merrier," I replied as Ileana scooted over to make room for her mother. I watched as Ileana, subtly flashed her fingers at her mom. Waiting for her to notice her ring.
"I don't know about you, but I hardly slept last night. I kept worrying about something going wrong today. This is one of the most important days in the history of Tapato. Do you realize that if we get recognized, it will mean we can establish trade agreements with so many new companies. Right now, we can only export our vanilla crops through Tahiti or Samoa. And our pearls! We can ship them to America and other companies direct, without going through the Polynesian Trade Association," Kalani rattled off without stopping to breathe.
"Uh, that's great, Mother," Ileana said with a wave of her hand. Her LEFT hand.
Still, Kalani, wrapped up in her own concerns at the moment failed to notice. Ileana was getting a little perturbed.
"Kalani, I know you have much on your mind, but your daughter is trying to direct your attention to her left hand," I thought to her quickly.
Kalani stopped, and looked at Ileana, then at her hand.
"Ileana, forgive me. You have a new ring? May I see?" she asked.
Ileana held out her hand for her mother's inspection, beaming proudly.
"It's beautiful, dear. Where did it come from?" Kalani asked.
"From Michael. He said that it shows everyone that we're mated!" she said just as proudly.
"It shows you're mated? I don't understand?" Kalani replied.
"In America, a diamond ring on the girl's third finger of her left hand indicates that she is engaged to be married. At the wedding, the matching band is presented. The circle is usually considered symbolic of unending love. The two together indicate that the girl is married, and no longer available to other men," I explained. "If Ileana had been wearing it at the party, she may not have been bothered like she was."
"Oh, my!" Kalani exclaimed. "That's wonderful!"
"Mikeya got one, too!" Ileana stated excitedly.
"Speaking of Mikeya, where is she? Is she not dressed yet?" her Mother asked her.
"Someone..." Ileana said, looking at me, " ... kept her up most of the night!"
"I'd guess I'd better go check on her," Kalani said as she started towards the Guest Wing.
"It wasn't me that kept HER up all night," I whined.
"Oh, I know. But I warned her not to wear you out. Now she's going to pay for it," Ileana told me with a mischievous laugh.
I scanned to check on the other girls once more. It appeared that Mikeya and I weren't the only ones up late, last night. Nicky, Vickie, and Amy were all still sound asleep. Fortunately, they didn't have to make the trip to the State Department, so they could sleep in.
Eventually, Kalani and Mikeya returned. Mikeya sat down tiredly and nuzzled up as close as she could.
"Prince Michael," Kalani said. "You simply must learn to curb your lust, especially when Her Highness has a full agenda the next day."
"Me ... I wasn't the one..." I sputtered.
They all laughed at me.
"We know," said Kalani. "But you must learn that the Queen is never to blame."
"Or the Heir, for that matter," Mikeya giggled.
I sighed exaggeratedly. "And here I thought being a prince would mean something. But, nothing has changed. The guy is always to blame, Prince or not!"
Thankfully, Anna and Penny returned and announced it was time to go.
As we stepped off the train, two gentlemen exited the second car, and introduced themselves, producing the distinctive badges of the U.S. State Department's Office of Security (SY)****.
"Your Majesty, I'm Special Agent Johnson, and this is Special Agent Cloudwalker. We have been assigned as your escorts for your Diplomatic Mission, and are here to take you, and your delegation to meet with Secretary Rogers," Special Agent Johnson said formally.
"Thank you. May I introduce the rest of my delegation?" Kalani asked.
"Please," he replied.
"Gentlemen, these are my daughters, Crown Princess Mikeya, Heir to the Throne of Tapato, and her sister, Princess Ileana," Kalani said, using their formal titles.
"How do you do," said the Special Agents, almost as one.
"This is FBI Agent Penelope Lane, and Doctor Anna Carter," Kalani continued.
"Agent Lane. Doctor Carter," they both repeated formally, shaking hands.
"And this is Crown Prince Michael, Protector of the Throne of Tapato, and Defender of the Royal Family. He is also known as Michael Gregory Wagner, the Third, soon to be the President of Wagner Industries, here in America," she explained.
"Pleasure, sir," the Special Agents said as they shook my hand.
"Now, if you'll come with us, we'll take you to join the rest of your delegation," Special Agent Johnson said.
It was a short trip. We stopped briefly in front of the Justice Building, where the FBI was headquartered, to let Penny out, before continuing the few blocks to Foggy Bottom and the old War Department Building, where the United States Department of State was located.
While the War Department, later known as The Department of Defense, had built the building in 1941, intending to consolidate its offices there, it never did. Because of the wartime escalation of the War Department, it had outgrown the building, even before moving in. So, a new building, called The Pentagon, was built for the War Department. The State Department moved into the War Department building after the end of World War II.
About ten years ago, a new and larger addition was added and the building became known as 'Main State Building'. But old timers still referred to it as 'Foggy Bottom' which is what that area was known as before the war.
Of course, I knew that The State Department Building would later be re-named The Harry S. Truman Building in the year 2000.
After parking in the basement garage, we were escorted directly to a reception area on the fourth floor.
Someone would be with us shortly, was all we were told.
I had been scanning almost continuously since getting out of the limousine, and was aware that Catherine and Liz were waiting for us. I also knew that one of the company's attorneys was there as well. I was pleased to discover that Randi had come along and very pleasantly surprised to find that Adriana was with them as well.
After I hugged Catherine, she introduced me to Carl Lincoln, one of Wagner's specialists on international trade contracts, who interrupted his conversation with Randi, long enough to say hello. I could tell the thirty-four year old attorney was captivated by the beautiful, almost seventeen year old, and her interest in international law.
Then Catherine said, "Michael, why don't you introduce everyone to your NEW administrative assistant?"
Catherine seems to get a little kick out of surprising me. But this time, I found too much pleasure in her announcement to even think anything of it.
"Hi. I'm glad you're here," I thought to Adriana.
"Oh, thank god! I was so afraid that it was all a dream, and when I saw you again, that it wouldn't work," she exclaimed.
"So you're really going to do it? Accept the position, I mean?" I asked, still unsure of what I was reading from her.
"Yeah. And I've been getting tips from Catherine and Liz all the way down on dealing with your ... er ... gifts," she said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Was your mom okay with you leaving?" I asked. I had figured that her mom would be the deal killer in the whole scenario.
Adriana bowed her head as she remembered the big fight that had erupted between them last night. "Not at first. But she realizes that I'm growing up, and this is a better opportunity than we thought I'd ever have," she explained. "It was very hard, not being able to tell her about this..." referring to our ability to communicate, " ... but she finally gave in. She says she will not be there when I get back though. At the company I mean. She says if I'm going out on my own, I'm going all the way, so I'd better be sure of what I'm committing to."
She paused, hesitating to finish the thoughts attached to the feelings I could sense so clearly. I'm not sure why, but when Adriana is near, I seem to feel a little stronger, and can read people a little clearer. I remained silent, waiting. I was also aware that everyone was standing there, waiting on me to introduce her, and wondering what was happening.
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