“That FBI guy is in a car in the driveway,” Kip told me when I reached the bottom of the stairs. “He got here about twenty minutes ago and has j...st been sitting out there.”I just grinned and then said to Kip, “And by the way, welcome aboard.” One of the many pieces of paper I had signed last night was Kip’s employment agreement. His time with Uncle Sam (and the General) was officially over and he was now an employee of Wagner Industries.“Thanks, I...” Kip started to say, then stopped in. "No cow-tipping. David arranged the outing," Tim blurted.I gave him a dirty look. They didn't need to know that."Oh, never mind," Jim said, as if my arranging things explained everything.I sat back and smiled as Tim and Bill fielded questions about what the MVPs could expect. When Tim and Bill were done, building the mystery, it sounded like a fun evening. Bill convinced the guys to make a pact. I think it had the same effect as when someone had you sign a waiver which said if you died doing. A spasm passed through Emily’s body. He then moved the thong to one side and allowed the cock to swing in freedom. It was one very beautiful cock. A little darker than Emily’s pale skin it was well shaped and uncircumcised. Small spot of trimmed hair was carefully shaped at its base. Tom’s mouth slowly approached the cock. His fingers gently pulled down the foreskin and he put the hard cock in his mouth. He felt it throbbing in a great need to be sucked with force. Emily continued to pull her. “Come in,” he ordered, and as if by remote control she took three steps into the bedroom.“Are you naked under that?” He asked, she could only nod her head in response.“Take it off,” he commanded, “let me see you naked.”Mary felt completely out of control, she felt incapable of refusing his instruction as she slowly loosened the belt of her dressing gown, shrugging it from her shoulders and allowing it to fall in a heap at her feet.David had to work hard to maintain a calm control in his voice.