”I don’t know if it was the clothes, or the incredibly masculine nature of my host, but I slowly assumed a far more feminine demure. I moved my b...dy as slowly and sensually as I imagined the perfect woman would, my fingers grazing up my body and neck as I put my hands up.“I am assuming, based on the fact that you’re here, and have complied with my demands up to this point that you have an idea of what’s in store for you. Once we start, there is not stopping, no backing out. Is that. I lowered my panties and sat on the toilet seat. But as I relieved myself, my mind kept going back to Ricky's penis, how soft and innocent it looked while he was peeing, and how big and hard and throbbing it looked when he was stroking himself. And mostly the way it jerked when he squirted.I finished and went to wipe myself, but when the tissue rubbed against my clit I almost jumped right off the toilet seat.I hurried back to my room, tightly closed the door, and jumped back into bed. It was. “I want you in me,” she whispered in my ear.I should have agreed with a manly grunt, but the best I could manage was a shaky, “Okay.”She slid around me. Both our fronts glistened with all the pre-cum I’d already pumped out. Sandy put her hands against the wall and spread her legs as wide as the tub permitted. I massaged her swollen pussy lips with my cock-head and then thrust inside her amazing tightness. “Oh, Jason,” she said with a shudder.I began a steady stroke designed to drive Sandy to. You could not lead a bunch of agents in a straight line down a corridor. You had no skills as an agent. The only reason they made you a supervisor, is because your uncle works for U.S. Senator. That is your only claim to fame. You did not have one arrest on your record, and you blew so many cases that the rest of us had to cover for you. When you became supervisor you treated us like shit, instead of like friends. I hope somebody figures out your incompetence and fires you.’ James Hearst was.