At the end of two minutes, Sergeant Johnson blew a brass whistle and shouted at those still not in formation."Grab a bag and get your asses back over ...ere," he bellowed at those not finished. When they were back in formation, he gave the late comers the evil eye."Those of you who were late owe me twenty pushups. Drop and start counting. I want to hear every pushup from each of you and none of those wimpy pushups. DROP!" he finished in a bellow. They dropped and started counting. Our Agency. She took my dick and put it in her mouth and started sucking, licking and even some small biting, which felt good and yet made me uncomfortable, although I don't think she cared. After so much sex, it took a while to get hard, but as soon as it was, she climbed on and started to ride me fast and furious. Her eyes closed she kept going up and down on my dick as slowly or as fast as she wanted. She couldn't stop moaning. There were many "yes oh my god yes" and "holy shit this feels great, oh. He held a breath, afraid of what he might do to her. He slowly moved one hand and placed it on her right shoulder and slowly slid it down. He moved it to her breast and inserted his hand between them. She could feel his fingers all over them and almost screamed. But within seconds, his hand was back out, in it was another ky bottle. He held it in front of her face then backed up looking at her. She knew how much damage those videos would cause, but she didnt want to give him anything else to. I tell her how my job is going and vice versa. We share what secrets we have to share – none too many since we are like two sides of the same coin. And we tell each other our fears, our dreams, talk of our emptiness. But she has no emptiness. She spends every evening in Andrew’s arms. I’m not jealous but I am envious. Those are the arms I want to die in. We all had dinner together on Saturday night, agreeing to shelve talk of the next generation until we knew for sure. We had our theories..