We gotto talk some time when we're not so busy, bye."Tom did his best to smile.He was back in the office a few minutes later. The first thing he didon...e the door was closed was take the Glock22 out of his purse and putit on a table beside him. He was so angry, Tom might just shoot thenext male Yakuza he saw in the balls.*****Inspector Yoshida was deeply troubled when he arrived at the crimescene. Had the Swan Song committee lost yet another agent?The body had just been removed from the. Curious I knelt and was met by his manhood, so rigid and dripping continuously from his cock end.Everyone remained silent as I knelt and reached out to him, encircling his manhood and cupping his cock head, soaking my small girlish hand in his pre-cum.I stood back up and faced the girls, bring my soaked hand down between my legs and massaged my husbands pre-cum into my open vagina, lubricating my opening, determined to consummate our unnatural liaison, nothing mattered now as all I wanted was. She was reclining on the table with her feet in the stirrups and her legs spread eagle. Her tiny, peach fuzz covered pussy was in full view and her legs were visibly trembling. Richard walked a full circle around the chair where Anna lie. He ran his hands over her flat stomach, brushing her ribs, her right nipple, then her left. He ran his hands down her stomach and over her pubic mound, barely grazing her pussy lips before continuing down her legs. Richard took a chair from the side of the. And a pair of tiny, T-back panties.Sam, the club owner, still sat in the make-up chair catching his breath and watching her, his spent prick hanging outside his unzipped fly and draped over one of his thighs.Watching Lindy dressing, he muttered, “Goddamn, Lindy….you’re looking better every day. I don’t know how you do it.”With a grunt, he got up from his chair, stuffed his dick inside his pants and pulled up his zipper. He walked over to where Lindy sat fixing her make-up, gently hefted both of.