They sat outside and talked to Martinez again with him drawing the compound in the dirt with a stick. They asked questions and talked until they had a...good idea of how the compound by the Rio Grande was laid out where Rosa was held captive.The few wooden benches proved be very uncomfortable when they went inside, so they stretched out on the floor in the depot with their heads on their saddles, trying to get some sleep.“Marshal, do you mind if I blow my French Harp while we unlax a bit?” Jubal. Jennifer pushed two fingers inside herself and thrummed her clitty with her thumb; the waistband bit into her wrist but she was beyond caring. She was too busy working on getting herself off.Under the desk Harold was slowly stroking his cock and had moved his face closer to Jennifer's foot; he could smell her foot-odour and her perfume. He desperately wanted to touch her feet; to lick her toes; to put his cock on her leg!Jennifer was concentrating on her own pleasure when she slowly became. Bernard struggled to breathe as his head was clamped between his supervisor’s substantial breasts. The woman, appreciating the sensation of his head clamped against her, grunted pleasurably, spraying biscuit crumbs across the back of his neck.“But we can still have a little fun before you go, I think.” Bernard was surprised by the way in which in spite of her bulk she seemed able to move so easily, swinging him from his cleavage suffocation to being clamped under her arm, the smell of her. She plays with his balls with one hand, and sucks his beautiful cock into her mouth. He’s so long that she can’t get all of it in her mouth without gagging. ‘Easy there, baby!’ he mumbles. ‘This isn’t a porn-flick – just suck the head… yeah… just like that… and stroke me while you’re sucking!’ She does her best to imitate the real thing, moving her hand and mouth in sync, with slow, flowing movements. ‘Do you have any protection?’ he asks, making a face as he tries to stay calm. She gets a.