Frank led me into a small room with a bed and four cameramen ringed round it. "Just sit on the bed for a minute," he said, flipping through the paper...ork the woman had given him. He left the room so I just sat there wondering what was going to happen next. To be honest the idea of being filmed maybe playing with myself was quite titillating.The door opened. I heard the whine of film cameras starting up. A stocky man came in, followed by two more big guys. They didn't speak, just walked up. It would still be her fist manipulating me to my climax. My own sister was going to wank me off.I was on the bed, laid out while Cate knelt alongside me.“Just let me take care of this, Matty,” she said, staring at my dick. “I’ll do the work. You just enjoy it.”I was hard, my cock like iron as my sister’s fist moved over its length. I wasn’t anywhere near coming, not having only let it all go an hour before. As she worked at my dick, my sister muttered dirty comments about the size. She thrilled. Smith being unable to be contacted was that she wasstaying with Bradford and Ophelia, who used their own friends and networkof informants to get out word about why Wilson was seeking his wife andwhy she had left him. As expected, they were not the least bit pleasedand anyone who had supported him were shown to be shills who were in hispocket or who owed him a favor. None gave up the location of his wife, infact they offered false leads up to and including her going to the US tostay with Karen. With us both giving my sopping pussy so much attention, I knew I could not last any longer. I sat back, pushing myself further into his mouth. His tongue dived right into my dripping cunt and I could not stop myself. I came, long and hard. From the tip of my toes came an enormous tremor and I squirted my juice. I tried my best to contain my purrs of pleasure but this was, far and away, the strongest orgasm of my sexual life. I buried my face into the side of the seat as the ripples started to.