"Oh, no. You've had your turn," I said and watched him head back to the bar, licking his lips.As the next in line walked up to me, I kept both my hand... cupped against my tits so he wouldn't be able to get at them. Of course, this just meant that he had easy access to my bottom, and I had to make a choice. Let him feel up my ass all he wanted to, or take my hands away from my chest and risk my tits being exposed and groped and sucked on again. I let him caress my buttocks, I let him rub his. My only goal was to see, feel, smell, and taste his cock. I tugged at his pants and pulled both his pants and his boxers down to his knees. He struggled to get out of them as I massaged his balls and gripped the base of his cock. I stroked his cock as he wiggled out of his clothes and pulled him towards me as I laid back in my sleeping bag. I grabbed at his thighs, pulling him up my chest to straddle my face so I could get to work on his prick. As he thrust into my mouth, I lapped up his cock. It was simple idea really, CIIC would sell pharmaceutical bonds on a futures market ... based on a companies clinical research and trials. If the drug didn't pan out ... what the hell they had already made millions anyway!Carol realized that she hadn't seen her husband in a long time and assumed that he had button-holed some executive in a corner office and was pushing the companies' new ideas but that wasn't the truth. Carol took a sip of her drink and drifted over to the windows on the 89th. He was a straight-forward, honest type with an Arling to run and roots already put down; her likely future was as a spy, and she wasn’t going to be able to stay in the same place for any length of time.They were doomed – before they even got started.And yet, though she knew she should stop it there before things went any further, the thought of telling him that made her feel ill. She wanted his kisses, needed them; she wanted to taste him and feel his hands in her hair and, and ... more, and.