It was a dove gray suit, for lack of a better term. The skirt was a modest ¾ length, but came to well above the waist. The top was another of her sma...l buttoned Victorian blouses, in a pale ivory. This one looked genuine, as in 120 years old, and made in England. If it was not antique, it was a very good copy. Over the top was a long sleeveless jacket, which likely could be worn as a cape and looked reversible. The top was the same dove gray, but the inside was a blood maroon. The flashes of. The press conference and release of the report was also at 1000. Department heads and the congressional committee heads were to receive their copies at 0900.Andy sent four Suburbans with six of the new graduates from training. They would be leaving in a few days for Europe but today they were in body armor with MP5s slung across their shoulders and fingers on the trigger guard.The press at the gate knew something was different than this morning. They shot right to the fence and started yelling. She struggled a bit making some “Mmmph” sounds. Fine with me. I just started pumping my cock into that mouth as hard as I could. Wham, wham, wham. Her mouth was so soft and warm. My balls slapped against her chin. I hoped I wouldn’t come too quickly. I glanced at Chad and Pete. They were naked now. Cocks sticking straight out, long and hard, as they advanced on Wendy. Wendy didn’t seem to notice them. She was trying to swat imaginary butterflies off her ponytail.Pete just grasped the bottom of. Walter Whatsis seemed to have given me up; at least we'd seen neither hide nor hair of him since the parking lot. It was time and past time to end this charade and get back to my apartment. The idea still made her antsy, but she was starting to come around."The thing that gets me," she mused Wednesday evening, "is that Walter isn't a quitter. Neither is Bobby, and it's his whole life on the line here. Walter has to know where you work, so where is he? Why isn't he hanging around for another try.