"Hello?" Mister Bombeck," I said, "My name is Lisa Stansbury. I'm sorry to wake you so early but there was an incident last night involving one of the...authors at the awards ceremony. Can I meet with you to discuss it?"There was a muffled curse and then a sigh. "Sure. How about I meet you somewhere where I can get some food in about half an hour?" That's perfect," I said. "We'll be in the dining room on the main floor." I described Ted and myself so he would be able to find us and politely ended. He asked me very pointed questions concerning the attacks, and his face took on a disbelieving look as I carefully walked him through how Breaker kept me alive, and armed me enough to make a stand out there alone after they killed him. The judge stared at us open mouthed, completely flummoxed by what we’d been through. He alternated between listening and talking to Judge Marshall back home, keeping her informed. From what I could see, neither judge was impressed with how the FBI looked after. As I became lost in licking Connie, I felt my knees being lifted up to my chest and Christine began to rim my anal ring. I felt wonderful and I moaned my appreciation up into Connie's dripping pussy. I realized that it was Connie who was holding my ankles up into the air and providing Christine all the access that she needed. Christine then took my balls into her mouth as I then felt a lubed finger snake up into my ass and I moaned more."Remove your clothes" Connie said to Christine.The finger. I mentioned to Jack while the cake was being served that there was a case of whisky waiting for the men back at the yard. Jack let the word out. There was a sudden exodus by more than half of those present. Soon after that Sheila came around with trays of glasses with what looked like milk.Sheila caught everyone’s attention. “Please, a toast to the bride and groom. May they have a happy life together?” Glasses were raised and, “hear, hear” was shouted. People rarely mixed their drinks and to.