“You want another one?” She asked, still just looking at her plaything. My dick twitched at her words, and began to swell again, she grinned, alre...dy knowing my answer. “Uh huh.” I said, sounding more like a grunt. She just continued to play with it, softly stroking it, squeezing it, kneading the meat back to life. “Why don’t you take your shirt off.” She said, more of an instruction rather than a question. Without a thought I pulled my tee shirt off and tossed it over by my sweats. I was now. Nicky was relieved momentarily when Todd released herbreast. He had squeezed her tit and pulled her nippleso much that it was becoming sore. Nicky’s relief wasonly momentary as she heard the distinct sound of azipper and braced herself for what she suspected wasnext. She gasped as she felt the head of Todd’s dick atthe entrance to her cunt. Nicky could not believe the size and tried to imaginejust how big this man’s dick could be. It was at leastthree times the size of. " She was a little unsure now. In fact, she was pretty sure she had the FBI on the line. She looked a question at Tibideaux."Nope. Call 'em back, like you said," he replied. The other producer, Valerie DuPont – no relation – said that Destrie was indeed the Assistant Public Relations Officer.She said goodbye and hung up the phone. Then she looked up the number of the FBI's switchboard and called it. Jim took the phone from her and pushed a button to record the call. "Martin Destrie in Public. She has the bedroom next to mine. During sleepless nights, out of girlfriend , I've picked up the habit again and often end up wanking , trying to see through the walls, imaging her naked on the bed as temperatures are high and there is no aircon. The last days she has been distracted and sulking. I've overheard a number of angry phone calls and get the sense that it is boyfriend back home stuff. This time around we've been stuck here for much longer than normal and tensions are getting higher.