I revelled in it, tingling from head to foot. I watched her as she took the pictures, wondering what it would be like to run my hands over her tits, t... feel the soft golden curls of her cunt. Did her cunt feel the same inside as mine? Then I crouched on all fours like a bitch, quivering my hips as if I was being savagely fucked by a huge cock. I knew just how she felt now. You start pretending, but after awhile your pants and whimpers become real. My cunt seemed to be on fire, my whole body. She ended up taking forever and about 45 minutes later, she immerged from the bathroom in a white corset with pump heels on. I wanted to grab her right then but quickly said, “Wait, I want to be clean for you” and scurried off for a quick shower.Not even 10 minutes later, I returned in a clean T shirt and Calvin Klein men’s bikini style briefs, my manhood all pouched up and looking good for her. The look on her face was total glee and she said, “Baby, you look yummy, let me take a look at you.”. I took a moment to check out Agent Lane. She was a pretty, twenty-something brunette with a lush body and fascinating eyes. Sometimes they seemed plain, making her whole face appear bland, and other times, like now, they were dancing. When they danced, her whole persona changed to exude confidence and intelligence. It was an attractive combination and I found myself becoming attracted to what I saw."Agent Lane?" I asked. "I thought all FBI agents had to be armed when they were on a case?"She. I watched her hands glide up and down her body, pinching her nipples, and then massaging them firmly. My hands were sliding up and down my thighs. I wrapped them around my cock and gently started stroking. ‘Mmmm yeah right there, baby,’ she said with a whisper as her finger slid down onto her panties. Seeing that made me precum like crazy, my hands were soaked in my own juices. I told her how wet I was and she said the same about herself, and then slid her hands inside her panties. We were.