Sgt. Robert Tomlinson of the Atlanta Police Department. May I speak to Mr Smith, please?"Alice did a quick scan of Tomlinson's mind to find out what h... wanted and to get a general picture of the man's attitudes and feelings. Now, this was a case they would be interested in. "I'm sorry, Sgt. Tomlinson, but Mr smith is out of town right now. However, one of the agency's best operatives is in the office right now. Would you like to speak to him? His name is Harold Anderson." Mmm... Yes, I suppose. After about a minute’s silence from all parties she spoke.“Hello, Jennifer. Yes, it is me. And I am so, so, so sorry. I should have called you to let you know our travel plans had changed. But I didn’t think it would really matter and I didn’t think for one minute that I was going to find a naked man in my bed when I got home ... and ... and ... and ... and ... yes I asked him to fuck me and yes ... yes ... yes he did fuck me ... and I am so sorry. It is all my fault. Please don’t blame Adam. It didn't take long for my dick to squirt, and I jerked forward groaning in deep orgasm as a thick streamer of hot cum splattered into the waiting dish. I got some on the rug but she didn't seem to care as I pumped forward several times, splashing thick cum into the receptacle. I couldn't stop shooting and my face was completely flaccid now as my thick gooey sperm filled the dish. Finally I pumped out my last glob of slime, and held my pecker over the dish as it dripped semen. I could hardly. “Oooh Dave, I have over half the bottle buried in my pussy! Come on Dave; ram that fist deeper into my hot cunt! Oh my God, yessss, fuck me harder, please I need it!” I shoved the bottle in more and shrieked, “Give it all to me. Wish you were really doing this damn-it!"“Go girl, do it make yourself cum! Damn you have my cock harder than it’s been in ages!”“Dave I bet you’d like to hear how wet and hot my pussy is right now?”I placed the phone between my legs and thrust the bottle in and out of.