He'd never act like that, so I planned in my head that I was going to see what was so secretive about this video. It was around two am when I woke up ...rom our nap, and evidently, his phone was right in between us. So, I snuck out of the bed and into the bathroom to watch it. The video started with his shower on and his front side facing the camera. I thought, "What's to hide about this"? Then he started jacking off, he then moisturized an object, very similar to the wooden end of a plunger,. Between songs, I drew him close, resting my hip against his leg.You may be wondering where my Charlie is at the moment. Charlie is a duck hunter. He is down in Louisiana for a week hunt. He is hunting. So am I.Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Joan and Danny Bird, as they arrived. Or, at least that is who I thought it was. She was dressed like the rest of the women, a Can-Can dancer. He was dressed as Superman. In character, he had pants on that revealed a large bulge between his legs. I. Or accidentally find any evidence that would make our bosses look bad, or worse, utterly and blindly incompetent."About what I'd already figured. "So, I'll get planted into an inconvenient hotel sufficiently apart from the main office, with no particular plan of action and carefully sanitized intelligence leads, and instead offered a comprehensive tour of scenic locations, museums and frivolous night hotspots? A week or two later some memo will be produced suggesting that I'm a complete waste. ”She groaned, her fingernails raking across my back. I hissed at the pain and slammed my cock into her tight snatch. I buried into her over and over again. I pumped into her hard and fast. I rammed into her with passion.My balls smacked into her taint. They smacked over and over into her hot flesh. I groaned as she squeezed about me. She held me tight. I loved it. I savored the way her cunt gripped me as I pumped away at her snatch.“Cum like the queenly whore you are, Your Majesty!” I growled,.