I promptly let her shirt hang in the mouth of the dryer as I smiled and reach out with my fingers and pulled aside her panty enough to see her wonderf...l pussy. Amid the red of the rest of her body her pussy stood out in a rich and soft light brown, part of her Asian genetics that turns me on, almost as if she is permanently, softly tan there. Really quite beautiful.I inhaled. Could I do less? I am so turned on by scent, and she has such a scent where I am held nearly immobile taking it in. I. It was the number one rule, even higher than the no hanging of weapons on the wall, that no geopolitical discussions enter from outside. When one started, it was the obligation of the other members to remind the transgressor of the rule.I hoped that it would be gently administered, but the directors never specified that it had to be. They did make it known that there was zero tolerance for such crap. All that is why I always felt safe in the Cloak. I had just gotten busy and when I got busy I. "I'm SO CLOSE to coming!" I replied."Mmmm," he replied. "You better have a nice BIG load in them balls of yours, cuz I'm hungry as hell for that."I'd purposefully not jacked off during the week since the last time I'd driven down there, in order to assure as big of a load as I could bring! I mentioned this to him, and he seemed glad to hear.Then he resumed sucking my throbbing cock, and eventually, after a few more teasing pauses at the right moment, he let me come---and come I certainly did!As. But...” spluttered Amelia, her thighs squeezed so tight together her face swelling red. It spread down her throat. “I meant ... I mean...”“Plus, this will only help,” I continued. “You vowed not to have sex with me but to interview me. Well, clearly you can’t have sex with me if I have my futa-cock buried in Jordan’s asshole, right?”“Well, no,” Amelia said, her voice so throaty. She shifted in her chair.I grinned at her. “Now, you may have noticed I’m in Jordan’s asshole and not her pussy..