Only once cleared the next sized plug is taken.”As she takes her postion over the smallest butt style plug it enters her ass easily . The base girth...did snap shut around her tight hole thus blocking a reverse flow. Minutes later the light colored thick viscous fluid slowly begins to flow inside her quivering asshole. Her pussy juice slickness drops out of her. More and more fluid until the ending ounces push into her . A quart of very soapy mix. She’s gasping from its pressure . Her first. Taking the final cube I trail it down your stomach towards your pussy, seeing you shiver as it leaves a trail on your skin. I run the cube straight down you, over your clit and between your pussy lips, you shriek at the cold ice on your clit. I continue to tease your pussy lips and hard little clit with the ice until that final cube has melted too. I then lean down to run my warm tongue over the numbed clit, your hips buck under me and I pull away, not wanting you to cum yet. Leaning over I. “He won’t need his lawyer.”She conveyed his message. “He’s just a boy, Mr. Cockrell,” she added.Then why did Johnson send him?“I don’t know, Mr. Cockrell. Would you like me to ask him?”No. If he’s a boy just get rid of him.“Yes, sir.”Jake stepped up to her desk and put her to sleep. As her head started to fall, he caught it and set it down gently.“Asking politely didn’t work, Jan. Time for plan B. Let’s find his office.”They walked into the hallway behind the receptionist. They found a door. "Alison," said Mark, "as you see I've got the office. I'm going to give Colonel Wilson a ring and invite him up here. Would you be an angel and serve us coffee and a biscuit?" Of course, Mark." She grinned. "Would you like me to give him a general's PA's summons?"Mark grinned back. "No, my love."Mark went into the general's office and picked up the telephone."Yes, General?" said Alison.Mark snorted which induced a peal of laughter from Alison."Guess," he said."Colonel Wilson, General?".