" Anytime, as the place is always ready. Go down and have some beach time."John finished the call, "The Marshal and I may need to speak to you this we...kend. Keep your phone on, okay?" I'll do that, John. Talk to you later."That was strange; John was talking about a lot of stuff that should only be mentioned on a secure connection, or under secure conditions. Something is up on that. It's as if he wanted to be heard and wanted someone to hear what had happened. It's his bag; I'll let him play. Trying to avoid making it obvious he noticed her nipples poking through her shirt, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. His mouth was agape without him realizing. He had never had such a hot-looking delivery girl. Where was she on the day his wife worked late? When he didn’t respond, he noticed the girl began to check him out in return.Mike smirked, wiping a hand through his hair casually. “Oh, yeah? Well, I left my wallet in the kitchen. I’ll, uh, go get it.” As he was about to turn away, he heard. I moaned.Finally he reached my panties, not a moment too soon, which he carefully pulled down to my knees. Then, without warning, he simply thrust his face into my pussy, his tongue ramming into me. Talk about standing on tiptoe, I almost fell out the bloody window! It was pure heaven. He then started simply to tongue fuck me really hard; his tongue thrusting in and out, sometimes up and down and sometimes even in a circle. I was gripping the window ledge really hard, it was almost hurting. I. I gasp from the coolness of the alcohol and wait with bated breath. My heart is pounding, It’s ready to leap from my chest.He stretches the skin tight and seems to hold it taut for what seems like minutes, but I’m sure it’s only a second or two.The mind is a funny thing and how easily it drifts when it fixates on something. I’m thinking about Dr. Langbrook and his cock again when suddenly I feel the jab the needle into my gluteal muscle.A muffled “ouch” escapes my lips.“I’m sorry, Ms..