His clothes were very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling under the material of his shirt, and those pants he was wearing. They w...re jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on him.I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever. It was pretty obvious the effect she was having on me, the bulge under the bedspread was a dead give away. I could see she was trying not to look at it, but could also see that she was fighting a losing battle and her eyes kept flicking in the direction of my now fully erect cock. I sat up and put my arm around her and kissed her. She didn’t resist that, but when I tried to pull her hand onto my erection the response was totally different, she quickly pulled her hand back but still stayed. We are more like an honour guard, but we take our protection duties seriously."Isabella had been startled when he used her name. "Do you know me, then?" No, Mrs de la Torre. In my helmet I have an earpiece and miniature camera with a datalink that feeds me any necessary data from The Personalia. They can recognise anyone and immediately pass on the information to us. It makes our job so much easier. If you will excuse me, ma'am, I have to pay attention to the other side of the road." Sorry.. He grabbed my hips, slamming me down onto his cock. The force prolonged by orgasm and brought him to his. “Ohhhh, fucking, yes,” he cried out as he filled my pussy with his cum. I felt his cock pulse with each spurt. He was followed a few seconds later by Matt. Dale had gone still, so Matt was thrusting deep into my ass as he shot his load. Dale’s cock was still hard, but he was no longer moving. Only Matt could muster the energy. It waned after his cock was drained. I was sandwiched between.