”“I know.”“Where did those videos come from?”The question had been asked in a conversational tone of voice. The receiver of the question had...thought it was a rhetorical question. He didn’t answer until the director cleared his throat impatiently.“Uh ... they’re our surveillance videos.”“Why weren’t the people in it arrested and hung?”The accurate answer would have been, ‘For the same reasons we haven’t been arresting the people we have under surveillance now.’ That wasn’t the kind of answer. He had not lost hislover, yet Maris continued to grow as she led serge to their new life.Hannah had been to the apartment several times so that serge couldbetter understand how her Mistress maintained Maris. The two womenclearly loved one another and yet Hannah resisted directing serge. Aftera simple meal, he watched them, as the two kissed when Hannah haddetermined to leave.At the door Hannah held Maris as she kissed her, and serge watched fromthe kitchen as Hannah lifted the hem of Maris's. She laughed at his frustration, and pulled up her skirt to her waist before turningand sitting atop him again.She teased him with her sex; smothering him with it so that he could not take a breath without inhaling her sexualperfume, and smearing as much as she could over his face.It was obvious from his every move that he was enjoying her actions; his moans and groans were just as loud as if she had been performing the samemotions while riding his exposed and incredibly hard cock.The stickiness. A large white cock came through the hole. N giggled at the sight. Unlike the theater where the guys were in control this was her game. She could do what she wanted. Suck it, jerk it off, play with it until climax or send it back and get a new one. She smiled as she teased the underside of the cock with her tongue and lightly touched the balls. As she swallowed the prick, moans and groans came from the other booth. It wasn’t long before it stiffened, jerked and spouted a large amount of.