”I stopped moving, holding her close. Becky twisted around, kissed Peter, and got up, headed for the downstairs bathroom, he followed her after a m...ment. My prick was very slowly starting to soften, the cock ring effect, Becky had mentioned once. We cuddled quietly.“I do good?” I asked softly.“You have to ask?” she replied, “I have never even imagined anything could feel like that.”“You did very good.” she said softly, twisting her head around to kiss me.Becky and Peter returned. She sat on. After our little chat I left and went to my next lesson. At the end of the day I went to my French classroom for the first of many French tutoring sessions. As i went in there was a musky scent in the air, the unmistakable smell of sex... As i sat down i noticied that Mrs Jones hair looked slightly out of place; I immediatly pieced things together, she had been masturbating. I decided that I would just get my head down, work and try to hide my massive hard on, Mrs Jones had other. The club noise wouldn't bother the rats or the snakes I guess." I guess not. So we have solved the case and without breaking any laws. Damn good job," I said. "Let's have a drink to celebrate."Actually Tom had several drinks. After four he asked, "What shall we do about the great snake smuggling caper?" Nothing, as far as I can see he isn't hurting anyone, just cheating the government. Aren't we all doing that a little?" I asked in return."I suppose we are at that," Tom said. "So they are. As she rolled down the car window, Angelina swallowed to clear her suddenly dry throat.The guard nodded down at her, but his tone was less than friendly. "Evening, miss. Leaving early, are we?"Angelina managed a weak smile. She answered in a high, tense little girl's voice, "Yes, sir. I don't feel well, so I'm going home before the end of my shift."He stared at her with no trace of sympathy, but did not seem overly suspicious. He tilted his head to look into the dark interior of the car, first.