Why am I so sore? Oh, it's just the waistband of my pants digging into me. Huh? Wait a minute. Why am I wearing clothes in bed? What the... ? Where am...I? WHERE AM I? Awake.I was not expecting what I saw when I opened my eyes. I certainly wasn't in my bed. Light filtered through green curtains into a small room. I was wearing jeans and a blouse with an itchy collar and my bra felt too tight. Was the room really rocking, or was it all in my head? Same for that deep throbbing noise – was that real. “Or are you just playing? I’m supposed to get fucked sometime tonight, after all.”“Mommy, could I ask you one more thing?”“Sure, darling,” Marion responded. “What’s the ‘one more thing’?”“It’s with Doug,” Karla replied softly. “I’m doing something wrong. When I’m sucking his cock, try as I might, I can’t seem to get him to hold back.”“He cums right away?” Marion asked. “Is that the problem?”“Not right away. He keeps me in orgasm for thirty minutes sometimes, but when I’m going down on him,. This was just perfect, and we simply chatted on in the privacy of my room while sipping away a nice bottle. So far, I really felt comfortable in her presence and despite being really charged, felt no urge to rush things. Therefore it came a bit as a surprise when I noticed her real close, putting a hand softly on my thigh and brushing her lips against my neck. Oh, she smelled gorgeous! She leaned a bit closer, and started to kiss my neck softly, just tiny slow wet kisses. At first I let it. " Umm ... and what about me?" I'm sure that I can still convince the CIA to put you under their protection." And what if I don't want that? What if I want to stay with you? If you go after those guys, I want to help you!" I can't ask that from you!" You aren't asking, I'm offering!" Are you sure about this?" Of course! I won't leave you behind, I'm sure they can train me as well. Hey, it's not that I don't know anything, you already taught me some things." If you are sure about that, well, we.