“Scoot over. Make a grand entrance in front of your friends.”I said a silent thank you to the guy who invented bench seats. When we pulled into th... parking lot we did indeed draw a crowd. The men lusted after the car. And I think, a bit over me. I saw Brian frown when the sleaze salesman commented on how nice I looked. I just grinned. “Thank you. I picked the dress because it’s my boyfriends’ favorite color.” Brain stood up just then, dwarfing Mr. Sleaze by six inches. He suddenly found someone. It was a dedicated device, designed for performing only one task. We waited to listen until we were back in Matt’s condo, just a few blocks away.First things first. I shed my disguise and hit the shower. No surprise, a retired FBI agent was right on my tail. Literally.The Four Seasons recording was colorless in its droning, businesslike slog. And horrifying since we knew what was left unsaid, what the context was.It took me a few moments to make the connection. Folsom’s voice, his tone, his .... " I'll keep your secret," she said, before adding, "but I may use this wicked tongue from time to time." Yes, ma'am," I agreed without thought as I buried my face back in her pussy.This position was awkward and uncomfortable, my neck getting sore, as her moans began to increase. I prayed I would get her off soon both to satisfy my craving and sudden insatiable lust and to get out of this position."Want my cum, my pussy munching MILF slut?" Yes," I moaned, dying to taste her cum."Beg, Wes's. I had read the email probably about four times now and yet the impact never lessened. My longing to have this mysterious man’s hard cock in my mouth grew and grew. To have him empty his cum down my throat and leave without caring seemed an amazing idea. As it reached half past three, I decided I would go. But I would not be pushed around and made a slut; that I was sure of. It was too late to go now and yet my brain was riddled with doubt, an unusual fear of this man. I wondered why he wanted.