"Kutzley sat down, and Clark took the microphone. "Thank you, Don," he said. "Now, at this point, I want to throw the floor open for public comment, b...t I expect it to be orderly. Everyone will have a chance to be heard. We've provided microphones out there, and I would ask that you use them. Please line up behind a microphone, and we'll go from one to another."Mark shot out of his seat, but still was second in line for one of the microphones. When he finally got a chance to speak, he asked, "I. “Mmmm.” She said. “I can feel my pussy getting wetter.”She was sat on the sideboard, her legs dangling over the side, wearing a dressing gown.“Come here.” She said, beckoning me with her finger.I stepped closer, rather sheepishly, and she reached out, grabbing my waistband and pulling me towards her, right between her legs. My heart was pounding in my chest.“I…” I began, but she shushed me with her finger. Looking directly into my eyes, she reached inside my pants, gripping my hard cock.“I. Why don't you go talk to her? I'll clear it back at headquarters once I get all the personal information from her." Thanks Lieutenant, I'll go talk to her now," he said, walking briskly back to the security control room.Rather than barge in the back entrance directly into the control room, Estaria went into the main entrance and walked the small maze of corridors back to the window looking into the control room. Peeking through the tinted glass, he saw Margret, in a chair, leaning back as she. ‘About last night,’ he started to say when she leaned into his arms and crying, kissed him. ‘Jack…’ was all she could say as he kissed her back. ‘I don’t…’ she couldn’t continue. What was she doing? She was doomed, she knew and didn’t care. ‘I love you, Jack.’ ‘I love you, too, Georgia.’ His mind wasn’t functioning at all, his heart, which was beating rapidly, was guiding him now. He grappled with his emotions. Trying to listen to the wisdom in his head, and not the emotions that were moving.