He watched Aziz pound that poor slut from behind. He watched, as she seemed to love each jab and ass-slap. Her face was a vision of ecstatic beauty. Her breasts with their hard and cherry nipples jiggled forward in time to the dick banging her twat.

Aziz' face got red and he began to groan, he gave her a hard, piston fuck and then he pulled out of her. Then he did a bizarre thing. With this gorgeous lady panting underneath him, he reached over, got a painted jar and spewed his jizm into it. Farmington almost said something, but remembered what a dangerous man this was and his armed guard outside the door. He watched the beauty beneath the crazy dictator turn on her back and take the pot from Aziz. She swished the pot and drank it contents. Then Aziz bent down and kissed her and whispered in her ear.

She got up and walked over to the bar.

"Now, let us talk Senator Farmington." Abdul Aziz, pulled up his olive drab trousers. He buttoned the uniform shirt he was issued when he worked as a "custodian" at The School of the Americas. He sat on the couch and took the martini handed to him by a woman he had just fucked.

"This is what the party is willing to offer you if you will release Adam Hocking." Senator Farmington showed Aziz the list of assorted guns, hand-launchers, jeeps, ammunition small-range missiles and a few tanks. He looked above his shoulder to see her hand draped over her apple tits, clutching her pendant with one hand and offering a vodka tonic with the other. Her shiny, sleek bush was just in front of his mouth and foolishly, he fought the urge to munch on it.

Abdul Aziz Imad leaned forward menacingly. He placed a hand on each knee and glared at Farmington.

"This Adam Hocking had an entire family of my people killed because they would not sell him their munitions factory." He almost started to rise which made Farmington almost pee his silk trousers.

Farmington gulped, leaned forward and put on his best government face. "Adam Hocking actually has money to build weapons exclusively for you and your regime. Who do you think you are getting these weapons from?" He shuffled the papers at Aziz.

Aziz slowly looked long at his door with it's armed guard on the other side. He then even more slowly turned his eyes back to Farmington. A grin slowly was manufactured from his puffy lips.

"So this Hocking will have a secret factory and you do not want anything but his freedom? Are you in love with this Adam Hocking?" Aziz made a funny.

"I am in love with my country sir. I want you to help us stage an attack on the American Embassy in Paris." Farmington sat high on his pampered butt. His candidate for the upcoming presidential elections was losing in spite of tremendous amounts of dollars being pumped in from all his party's "special interest" friends.

Aziz was agog. Their female companion fidgeted with her pendant and earrings as she watched from behind the couch.

"We know that your army engages in anti-American terrorist exercises. In fact, we hear you're quite good at it." Farmington knew he had the kitty in the bag.

"I was a very good janitor at the School of the Americas." Aziz winked.

"Yes, you were a model custodian." Farmington passed a manila envelope to Aziz. "What can I throw in to make this a deal sir?"

Aziz was giddy as he processed the evil magnitude of wreaking havoc on unsuspecting, peaceful Paris. What a kick! He thought for a minute with his hands crossed and his head bowed over them. Then he jerked his head up and smiled at Farmington.

"I want a stealth bomber." He challenged Farmington with his mean, beady eyes.

Farmington fumbled with the task and his tongue. "My-my clients don't make the..." The Senator grasped the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. "Damn! That's gonna be hard sir!"

"So is not selling the secret you are merely suggesting to one of your American tabloids Senator." Aziz joined his eyebrows together as he played his hand. "Do we have a deal now Farmington?"

Farmington looked at the naked concubine and hoped that he could ask for one more time at her. He held out his hand and noticed again that she must have had a nervous attachment to that pendant she kept fingering. He shook Aziz' skinny leathered hand.

"We have a deal sir." Farmington was beginning to think that Aziz' reputation as a cruel bastard was just marketing.

"We are done?" Aziz stood. He walked over to the pretty woman and kissed her on the forehead.

"I guess we're done. I will return to my hotel room and begin work on our project." Farmington bent over to pack his briefcase. He did not notice that Aziz had quietly called the armed guard into the room. Senator Mark Farmington with his manicured lawn and his perfect family and his secretary's Pussy did not notice a thing. Until the lovely lady screamed.