I was back on a reconnaissance mission. Mata Hari had to resume her duties in view of the conflict and my mission with Barry was to find out the actual hideout of the coterie. Barry and I were given a briefing by the intelligence at Command Headquarters and we were to be airdropped into Baghdad. I of course had met Minister Ahmed during my previous sojourn whose appetite for hairy women (which incidentally I am) was really voracious. I recalled the luscious Saira whose armpits were filled with coarse jet-black hair in which many a mighty weapon had emptied and got lost. Armed with their addresses, as I knew I could count on them and Ali we left in the stealth of the night.
Such a mission was always fraught with danger and though I am of Middle Eastern descent my duty was to my country and I was not going to let them down. My mission would be successful and I was sure I would be able to shepherd the novice Barry through his first major assignment. The nympho that I am (I crave for big cock) I checked with Susan (Barry’s ex-girlfriend) about his nocturnal preferences and was glad when she told me that he packed a huge pecker. I was even gladder that he had no real dislike for hairy women but even if he had I would have given him a new view of the luxuriant carpet of hair of my bushy armpits. I had been oiling my armpit hair much like Saira had told me and it had become softer and silkier though the heavy pelt of hair in my underarms always escaped from the top of my half sleeved shirt.
Barry looked very majestic. His shirt was open at the collar and tufts of hair peeped out and he sure had matted hair on his massive chest just the way as I liked it. He obviously had no idea that I had already checked with Susan about his sexual preferences and I was determined to introduce him to the real MATA HAIRY. Cocksucking was my specialty and he would get lots of it during the mission.
We parachuted into an empty field and it took us half an hour to find each other. I was a little winded and Barry helped to fold the parachute and we checked our weapons. I, of course had sufficiently recovered to brush his weapon – the gigantic phallus hidden under his tight trousers. We were to walk about three kilometers to a deserted safe house just outside the main city before making our way to Minister Ahmed’s house in the city in daylight. We reached the house and found that there was no light as the city had lost power but we were carrying enough light with us.