“You’re going to make me spunk my pants Miss”, I croak, and She replies “carry on!”Then my head jerks forward and I yelp as knobby pumps the...first big gob of spunk through the front of my trousers, and I’m convulsing in time to the shots of spunk, giving pervy little cries of ecstasy as the glistening mounds well up and soak back in, soaking the front of my trousers. It’s right in the middle of this – a pervert pants-spunking in front of the Goddess who’s making him – that Miss Melanie kneels. I purposefully rubbed the same spot over and over, enjoying the way she bucked against my hand. I stopped watching her face to bend down and kiss her deeply. She kissed me passionately, our tongues fighting one another for dominance, and then without warning I slid a finger inside her. Sam tore her mouth away from mine, biting my shoulder as she moaned. I felt her teeth dig into my shoulder, but it didn’t make me stop or even pull back a little. I guess I’d always enjoyed the little bit of pain. Her juicy lips on my dick, fuck i still can remember how damn good it felt to have her juicy lips on my dick. She was pressing my balls as well. Which was giving me pain but the pleasure was much more than the pain, she even sucked my balls, gosh those times i wont ever forget.She came on top and sat on my face and i was sucking her pussy and she was licking my dick. She was the best in giving a bj. Blowjob was by far the best. I was licking her pussy and fingering her, biting her on her pussy.. Our most recent case involved a strange book club that recently started. Strange in that it's an all female, as in young, sexy female book club, whereby every member is required to attend nude, with the exception of masks. What could that be about? Why masks if you are otherwise naked? The logical explanation? They are enemy spies trying to hide their identity while also making sure no one is wired! Now we're faced with trying to infiltrate this "book club," but how? My department head.