Gently pinching them till they where hard than and perky making little gasping noises at my own ministrations. Sliding my hands down my breasts and st...mach I was just starting to play with my bare pussy about to insert a finger when I heard the door slam. I figured I still had a moment so I didn't change my position, that's when I felt his weight on the bed. Slightly disoriented by the blindfold I reached for his body. He was naked as I was and felt firm and muscular. Hands other than my own. I spent today there and got these.” She flipped up the bills, showing her tits briefly.“You’re shitting me!” was all he could say.“Get your clothes off cause I want to see you get big when I tell you about it.” She waited and he hurried, a look on his face that was a combination of disbelief and worry. His tool was limp.She started her story. “When I got to the office there was a man and a woman who told me to strip. I did and twirled around and they both smiled and said I looked good. I filled. "You were trying to get an Arab imposter into the White House, weren't you." You will never live long enough to know for certain," she answered him in a voice thick with raging hatred."Jack, you scare me sometimes. Here I brought over a bunch of papers purported to be proof of something called 'The Silent Jihad' and you get the same information while sitting in a wheelchair." Gordon shook his head in admiration. "Sherlock Holmes, eat your heart out.Zelda spoke up, "Jack, what are we going to do. She invited me in and, as usual, offered me a glass of milk and some cookies– chocolate chip, fresh out of the oven, still warm and gooey. What better way, I thought, to ply a sweet old lady for information than with effusive praise for her baking skills?"Mrs. M, you have outdone yourself," I stated a few minutes later, draining my glass and dabbling the corners of my mouth with a napkin. "Those cookies are truly amazing." Pushing my luck a bit, I added, "And that milk must have come from a.