He opened the door , dressed only in a towel around his waist ( what a sight , his hairy chest , still slightly moist from the shower) he observed me ...rom my feet up to my head , and took my hand and said "come in" , closing the door behind me . He embraced me and kissed me deeply , his hands were al over me ,then he groped my ass and felt the buttplug , he smiled at me and said "GOOD BOY !,he dropped his towel and ordered me to suck him ! I fell on my knees and took his flacid cock in my mouth. I’m dead on my feet.”I yawned and stretched. The drug of choice from Colombia and the adrenaline high for my new job both ran out of steam. My get up and go had got up and gone.At 5:15 sharp, I stood outside the door of Sheila’s office with two steaming cups of coffee. Martha from the kitchen prepared the commander’s coffee to the leader’s liking. I noted the recipe, black with a splash of cream and a dash of sugar.“Here goes nothing,” I mumbled under my breath as I rapped on her door to the. . we bought our ticket ... like she said we would." Ed answered instead."Well ... someone ... who we suspect has the initials, PH and EH, bought 99 additional tickets and gave them away." This would be untrue," said Seph."Yeah ... we gave away all one hundred tickets. One went to the Gypsies' at home and the rest we passed out on the street ... all except one. We gave the last one to Harold."Harold nodded."Speaking about Harold," she turned to look at him. "Where's the people who own the boat?. Slowly my hand found my dick and I started to stroke it there itself looking at my Sowmyakka’s nudity.I didn’t realize how close I was to the bed until I started to spurt. When satiated I became worried about my proximity to the bed. I was wondering if my sperms landed on her. The thought gave me an erotic feeling of having my sperms on Sowmyakka’s body and at the same time got me a little worried.My desire of running my hand on her thighs made me overlook the risk. While I was thinking what to.