The asinine quality of the interview questions backed up her hypothesis."So," Tony squinted at the clipboard in his large hands. "I printed out all of...your writing samples. I guess you like writing, huh?"Anabel shifted in her seat, unsure if she should answer. If she were being honest, she was a little distracted by Tony's hands. They were large and strong but seemed highly dextrous much like the rest of his body. She knew his football career never took off but wondered if he still played in. "I can't believe you did it!" I laughed. "But it fucking turns me on" I whispered.She released her hands from my grip and dived under the water in the pool. I felt her tug at my shorts, my cock jumped free, then the shorts were gone."I'm keeping these" She said, and then stood on them under the water. I was left completely naked, standing in the deep end, my body hidden by the water up to my chest. I pretended to try and wrestle, as if to get my shorts back. But actually it felt great, my balls. Large bloody holes appeared in the back of Arthur's suit jacket as the agent rapidly emptied his clip. If Arthur experienced any pain from these injuries, he showed no sign of it. Laughing lightly, he darted forward and grabbed the agent's hands and gun. Mia heard the crackle of bones breaking and the agent sank to his knees, his face pale with pain.Taking advantage of Arthur's distraction, Mia rushed into the basement with all the speed she could muster. She raised hands rippling with change. Whether fast or slow, I couldn’t tell but it seemed like and eternity as she licked the head of my cock and then pushed the tip through her lips to take it in her mouth. With just the crown of my cock in her mouth she worked her tongue around the ridges and teased at the hole on top. Her fingers ringed the base of my shaft and her other hand worked on the stepchildren. I lost all track of time as she moved to lick her way around my pleasure stick, the tip, then the shaft, then my balls, and.