Benning comes home from the university, he joins us in the living room for a pre-dinner Scotch and a chat. Unlike his wife, he has not changed one bit...since I saw him last—a reed-thin, kind-eyed man whose hair was graying well before his daughter graduated high school. He has an upper-crust English accent that makes everything he says sound sophisticated. His grey beard is neatly trimmed, and his wire-framed glasses make him look every inch the college professor even without the impeccable. ”“Yeah,” I said, “the good old days. But we live in today.” I paused and then said, “Nothing else to see here. Let’s go downstairs and see if they left any clues as to who they are.”I took a minute to secure my Glocks back in their case, then we took the stairs down to the thirty-ninth floor. One of the units was already open and men in white paper coveralls with blue booties on their shoes were walking in and out. Agent Hugo held up his credentials and said, “These two have access, if. My pussy is throbbing from the need to fuck him and is juicing, as his other hand is going up under my dress; his thumb rubbing my throbbing clit, I gasp and moan and my knees go weak. With his strong hands, he lifts me further up across the bonnet. I feel his hard body from my knees to my thighs as I run my hand down and open his fly, bringing out his throbbing swelling cock. I moan very loudly and stop what I am doing, listening to his voice in my ear. “I’m going to tongue fuck your pussy. It works as well on his bare bottom at age thirty-one as it did when he was six! Gator is a natural crybaby and was weeping and snuffling along, and so I sent him to the corner for a bit, and then made him copy out five pages of Webster’s Dictionary.I gave him another belt-whipping that night, after finding an unfortunate video in his room, and then there were no real problems during the next eight months, during which I allowed Gator to masturbate three times. Finally he began courting .