Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please ...on’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position. The figure stepped backwards and back into the rainy darkness outside. Joyce screamed, a last ditch effort to get help of any kind before…PFFTTTTNo explosion. No boom. Joyce looks up. She seemed to really like it when I sucked them into my mouth and flicked my tongue back and forth on them, and I could tell by her breathing that she was getting close to coming. I took the chance of going directly for her clit, which was standing out from its hood. Not sure what to do exactly, I tried the same thing I had been doing with her inner lips. Not ten seconds after I sucked that little nub into my mouth and began knocking it around with the tip of my tongue, Becky stiffened and. Before deciding whether or not to actually writethis tale I needed an ending. If I can't come up with one I like, thestory doesn't get started. That's when I remembered stuff I'd read aboutJ. Edgar Hoover making his FBI agents dress in drag and in one instanceallegedly forcing someone to permanently adopt a female identity. I'veno idea if there's any truth behind such claims, but for fictionalpurposes I decided to assume there was. This gave me my ending, but forHoover to appear my protagonist. Her tongue began to circle under the head of his cock, making him groan and begin humping. While she paid exquisite attention with her mouth on his cock, her fingers started exploring his balls, he was sensitive and she enjoyed the jerking caused by her nails scr****g gently over his balls. She moved down and began to suck each ball gently while replacing her tongue on his cock which was swollen and enjoying the attention. Around and around each ball her tongue went, while her hand stoked.