A quick wank in the cottage has been my only experience.We finally get to my flat and go in and make ourselves comfortable on the sofa, I'll let Graha... do all the running I don't want to scare him off with anything he may consider weird, so we sat cuddle up on the sofa he I layer my head on his stomach as he stroked and kissed my head, he asked me if I could fuck him first, lets go to the bedroom, Graham sat on the end of the bed as i stripped off, he took my hips in his hands and pulled me. A hand rose and she rubbed the top of my head as I fed from her flesh, savouring every second of this moment, as she mewed with pleasure.I remember feeling suddenly nervous and had to force myself to open my eyes, lips still wide and a saliva covered nipple presently being sucked deep into my mouth. There were mother's green eyes looking back down at me — surprised and perhaps pleased, I could never be sure exactly what I saw within her those few seconds.My mouth moved from one warm soft breast. "A bomb?" the youngest man in the room asked. He also wore an expensive suit, but lacked both the taste and resources of the other man."Not 'is style," the fourth man said. He was the oldest man in the room and had short white hair and a face like weather-beaten crags."Yeah, but he is a mother-fucking lunatic," the youngest man said. "Right, Mr Herbert?" Our American friend is eccentric, but a lunatic would not be able to command the respect or build the empire this man has. And certainly not. "I'll stay here until the wrecker comes." He looked genuinely relieved, to be rid of me.He pulled me out and put me into the back of other car, tears still streaking down my cheeks. It smelled bad back there, like someone had thrown up, and someone had used Lysol to try to cover it. The smell made me feel that much more nauseous. The other officer didn't say a word, and I was too ashamed to speak. Robinson shut the door, slamming it. "Good riddance," he must have thought.I tried to think about.