There was no possibility of their claiming a crime was being investigated because the file made it very clear that the purpose of getting hold of Mark...Anderson was to interrogate him about the Fort Dodge events. There was no mention of any crime, and anything to do with Fort Dodge can't have been considered my committing a crime because I'd been given immunity for all my past activities. The most the CIA could have legally done, had they accidentally stumbled on the fact that Mark was home, was. When the truth came out about my wife leaving me, many people had already guessed at what had been happening all along."For all I know," I said, "You might have some twelve inch dick."Lamar frowned."How did you know?" asked Lamar.I put my hands up in protest."Hey," I said, "It was just a joke." What?" asked Lamar, "Are you looking in my pants while I sleep?"Suddenly, I realized that Lamar was serious."Really?" I asked, "Is it really that big?"Lamar nodded his head."Damn right," said Lamar,. Now knowing how it was done, I started to fuck his cock with my mouth. In and out, deeper and deeper with each thrush, his cock deep inside of me. I know that Tony was enjoying every minute by the groans he was making. After a few minutes that seemed like an hour Tony put his hands on the back of my head, and said, “That’s enough Beti, you really know how to give an old man head, and you made me feel so good. Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”“Get on your knees your slut,” he said, I want to. He sighed and waited to follow her until his heart could obey him better and stop beating so foolishly fast."Mmmm," she murmured, leaning back in her chair with her eyes almost shut. Dreamily, her pink tongue-tip came out to lick a tiny tendril of stew from the edge of her lip. "I could have another bowl and be full. But that was so delicious that it's so much more luxurious to stay half-hungry. Does that make sense?"He nodded. He, too, wanted more of the taste of the warm, rich stew and yet.