When he reached her perfectly trimmed pubic hair, and clean-shaven pussy lips, he engulfed her. As she held his head tight it felt like her heart was ...oing to explode or she would pass out from the intense feelings he was giving her. She had never felt so wet, nor ever had her breath so taken away. She watched him move, as if in slow motion. He raised his head, then his body, and pulled his shorts down. The scene still moving in slow motion, she watched his cock get closer, and closer, until it. Just give me a chance.”“All right, I’ll do it. I’ll eat your delicious wet pussy. But there is one condition.”Katy looked at him with her eager eyes begging him to continue.“I’ll do it if you name five postmodern novelists.”“Ok, Ok, Ok...” she hastily was trying to overcome her dizziness. “Ah… Thomas Pynchon.”He kissed her lips. “That’ one.”“Oh… I know! I know! Philip Roth.”He kissed her lips again. “That’s two.”“Ah… Let me think… Milan Kundera?”“Give me two more names and I’ll make you. How did you get on, Mom?’ ‘Yeah, it was great. Had Gerald, an old favourite of mine, and he made me cum three times. It’s certainly a turn on knowing that another couple are watching and that maybe you’re also being watched from the hallway.’ ‘I totally agree, it was far more intense knowing you were being watched. I’ll have to take time sometime and experience it from the watcher’s perspective. Also have a peek through the small windows from the cubicles. ‘ ‘A great idea,’ replied Becks,. They talked for about four minutes, and that gave us another number to surveil. Our phone taps have led to a rather extensive network of phones that seem to all be connected to this, somehow."As our investigators drill down into the lives of these people it's obvious that something is going on. Their phone conversations are almost all in some kind of code, but occasionally they slip up and give us some good information. Our new voice recognition program is giving us some identities to go with.