This is what happened."I told the story slowly, trying not to leave out any details and giving credit to each department and service that assisted us....I had the name of each leader that had been on site and made sure the news guys had the correct spelling for each one. The only thing I sort of muffled was the killing of an escapee. I just said he died from an exchange of small arms fire. The other escapee was still in the hospital not expected to make it. I wrapped it up by saying, "The U.S.. We immediately started to touch ourselves and stroke slowly.It was so weird and also so right to be masturbating together.He has different way of masturbating than I do...he dry strokes until his pre-cum oozes out and then wet strokes with that lube.I like to lube up right away.After about 10 minutes of stroking and watching each other we sat down facing each other with our legs spread.I could see his cock getting harder and then he asked if I wanted to be touched...I did of course and then I. Why don't we fuck in the elevator? I'll set the alarm, which will stop it between floors.And if we both are really quick, no one will have time to respond."“Oh, that sounds like fun!”We went straight to the elevator. Trisha was wearing a terry cloth pull-over and took her bikini bottom off as soon as we entered. I pushed the “SEVEN” button and when we got between the sixth and seventh floors, I pulled the “EMERGENCY” button. The elevator stopped immediately and somewhere in the distance a bell. Demie was there, dressed like a nurse, though not in scrubs like a real nurse, but one from a porno movie, with a tight, short white dress, white stockings, pumps, and a white hat with a red cross on it.“What is going on here?” she demanded.“Demie...” I managed to get out. I was going to cum... “What a naughty woman you are, getting your ripe womb filled up with my boyfriend’s sperm, Mrs. Chesler. I think it’s time for your medicine.”“ ... no...” I whispered. I couldn’t stop thrusting. So.