This kind of investigation is more of a marathon than a sprint.”“Point taken.”“Either way, they’re closed now. We’ll have to go by the bus...ness first thing in the morning.”“Ok. I guess there’s one more thing I want to do before we knock off for the night.”“Which is?”“I’d like to send the armory’s inventory and the diagrams of the blast site your techs drew up to a buddy of mine.”“Taylor, that’s sensitive FBI information.”“I know, but we don’t have access to your people, and there’s something I. I am like the girl or wife that sees pleasing the man as her sexual role. I get pleasure pleasing men and taking care of their sexual needs. Most of the men I go with sex is all about their cocks. They get satisfaction being in charge and if they aren't getting what they want they get rough. Billy is a good example.I met Billy at a gay bar. He was really direct and aggressive, the way I like guys. Walked right over, started talking, didn't ask, just started feeling my ass. He put my hand. He lifted me by my ass and put me on the patient’s check up bed and spread my legs and placed his face between them. Then I started to feel something wet moving on my pussy which gave me unexpected pleasure. After few minutes of pussy lick he put a condom on his penis and slowly inserted it into my pussy. He was fucking me faster and so harder. Even though there was air condition in the room we both were sweating so well. Then he lies down on the floor and I sat over him placing his penis. We drop to the bed and continue kissing, but that is getting more urgent, our breathing more rapid. Our bodies touching and getting extremely tactile, feeling every inch that is touching. I can’t wait anymore. I reach down and take your semi hard cock in my hand. You let out a low gasp. I start to stoke it. God it feels so good in my hand. I continue to rub your cock while your lips start to travel to my neck, my collar bone and to my breasts. You pull the bra down and the minute your.