I knew I would be in for a good fucking that night, a really good fucking. I took my time with my makeup and hair, knowing that I had to look extra go...d. I chose a short dress, one that fall just under my arse. I felt myself getting wet just by knowing what would happen on the night that lay ahead. He sent me a message, making sure I would come on the night. “Yeah, I’ll be there”, I confirmed, double checking my hair in the mirror. I still had a few things to before I would be ready to go. Celeste and Naomi seemed to be more interested in teaching the handsome Sam about the bush than listening to my emotional and sexual confusion.Since we left their camp, my pussy was constantly on fire, an itch I couldn’t scratch. I promised myself not to allow Fred into my pussy, as he and Naomi still had a thing for each other, and I didn’t want to have sex with my boss.When Sam entered me and Naomi licked my clit, something went off in my head and heart. It was as if I lost my virginity. His nose was too large and his mouth seemed way too wide. There were some similarities but not enough for him to worry about and he pursed his mouth, a trifle disappointed.To amuse himself, he reached down, rolling Michelle's nipple between his thumb and finger as he listened to the Mayor give his usual bullshit. But his attention perked when Detective Gabe Hampton was introduced.Ladies and Gentlemen. I won't take up too much of your time but I wanted to give you the FBI profile that we've had. "Gladly," said Miss Holliday, and ran her tongue right up Miss Frost's crack. "Oh, Chief, she's just like honey," she reported. A shudder ran through Miss Frost's body. More liquid oozed from her pussy."Clean her up good," said Mr. Leahy."Right-oh, Chief" said Miss Holliday, and began slurping away at Miss Frost's plump pussy.Miss Frost's mind was in a whirl. She had never felt anything like the sensation of a pointed tongue running through her vaginal lips. This awful Miss Holliday was making.