The next week at around noon, Brenda Song arrives at my house. I invite her in and her and I sit and talk in my kitchen for a while before heading out...to Lancaster County. About half way there, Brenda lays her head against the passenger window of my 1958 Plymouth and nods off to sleep. She only sleeps for about a half hour or so and awakes. ‘How was your nap?’ I ask her.’ ‘It was good, I was dreaming.’ Brenda tells me. ‘Oh, good dream I guess?’ I say to her. ‘It was about sex.’ She replies. I continued to suck his dick as Bianca sat back watching, trying to get her breath. 'Mmm, Nikki do you need help handling such a large piece of meat?' I glanced up and nodded as she made her way over to me. Bianca knelt on the side of John and took his length in her mouth and I watched in amazement and slight envy, as he disappeared fully into her mouth. My tongue again found his sack and I began licking and sucking. 'I'm not cumming down your throat sweetie.' John said in a low growl. He. With the cane discarded, I allowed Debbie a few precious moments to tend her wounds and regain her composure, my tingling cock eager for her oral attentions. As she turned to face me, I placed a finger under her chin and looked into her liquid blue eyes, “Well Debbie, now that you’ve had your punishment, do you think you’ll be so keen to go sucking the cocks of the young lads you’re in charge of at work?” Debbie shook her head, “No Sir, I’ll never, ever do it again, I promise.” Reaching. "Yes, I believe I do. There are four agents en-route. They should arrive in less than thirty minutes from now. Six more are on their way, but it will take a bit longer before they get there." It's about time," Downs said.He knew, that the reason everything fell apart, was that the agents were scattered. The plan to search two properties had been too hasty. There was little thought given to contingencies. With the four agents looking at the one house that had originally been under surveillance,.