Who do we want him spilling his guts to.”“God Ed, I don’t know. I’m thinking the FBI, but I want to put him into protective custody until the ...men get their bureaucratic asses in gear. As far as anyone is concerned he just a John Doe assault suspect or something.“It would be better right now if we call him a terrorist bomb maker. We won’t have to say shit to anyone else. Are you going to stay out of it?” She asked.“I’d love to, but it ain’t gonna happen,” I said. I handed her Agent Wilkes card,. It is at this point that I start to feel the early stages of my orgasm. I can feel my cock get harder in her mouth as she continues to suck and squeeze me, driving me to the edge of a mind blowing finish. She senses that I am close, and then takes her index finger, slides in onto her mouth to get it slippery and then, without missing a beat, presses it into my asshole. All at once my eyes shut tight, my back arches as I inhale deeply. My wife knows just how to hit my most sensitive trigger, and. Silently, she lay with her head buried in her hands as I watched our creampie slowly ooze out of her glistening orifice. Just about the time I thought she had expelled all of our juices, she reached up and fingered her bulbous clit, and several more squirts of cum rolled out of her glistening gash. She giggled a little, then sat up, leaned over, and gave me a peck on the cheek. Two more times that night we enjoyed lustful romps, and welcomed the New Year with a cumblasting orgasm at the stroke. It’s surprising how many problems I was able to fix just by checking everything was plugged in and switched on, and even then a computer reboot often solved the remaining problems, leaving relatively few outstanding incidents for the hardcore experts to tackle. That kept me busy until lunch time, at which point they decided the rush of problems was now under control. The IT Support Manager sent me an e-mail of thanks, copied to both my line manager and Joyce Brunt, the Office Manager.While.