Wagner was walking towards him. She crossed her arms, took hold of her shirt tail, and pulled her shirt over her head in one fluid movement. Her “en...owments,” while not as generous as Clara’s, were impressive, and I found myself wondering how I had never noticed her breasts before. She was wearing an incongruously skimpy and racy pink bra. Her stomach was flat and toned, and I was surprised at how good her body was. As she approached, Mr. C unzipped his pants. Ms. Wagner sank to her knees in. He couldn’t decide whether to scream, or cry – or perhaps grab the infuriating woman in front of him and shake her until she talked to him.The door swung closed behind her – Sierra, his wife, who was practically sprinting down the hallway to get away from him. The words he’d been saying – pleading with her to stay, to talk, not to misunderstand or run away again – died on his lips. He’d have bet his last copper that she hadn’t even noticed he was talking, never mind heard what he’d said. She’d. My friends played along, letting me suck on their cocks. In fact, they did more than just allow it, they egged me on. Suck it! commanded one of them as I sucked her strapon. Deeper! ordered the other as I switched to her toy. This went on for a while. I knew it was a pointless maneuver, yet I was desperate to keep the fantasy going for as long as possible. But each time one of those large plastic members slid past my lips, a little more arousal was lured to my body. As much as I struggled to. We’ll drive by here tomorrow in the light and find a good place to watch them. Maybe we can get the police to arrest them, tomorrow.”“One of the rooftops of the buildings around here ought to do,” Joe said. The dark made it a little difficult to see the roofs. From his perspective, that made it a perfect place from which to watch the action.“The question is, which one gives us the best coverage of our game,” Dan said studying the buildings that lined the street.“We’ll see, tomorrow,” Joe.