‘How dare you!’ screamed Smith. Leaving Smith face down in the dirt outside the cabin, Rick Acosta spoke to the back of his head, ‘You are inter...ering with a National Security event. The FBI will be here shortly to interrogate you and determine what your role will or will not be. Rest assured that you will not pose a threat to any of my men or be provided with any further information until your authorization level has been established and verified.’ Acosta and one other of his team helped Smith. I heard what I had hoped for: my son's heavy breathing, rhymically waxing and waning. He was masturbating--masturbating for me! The thrill was beyond description. I returned to my room, closed the door, and was soon doing my own version of what he was doing, finding release and peace in the action.It was some time in the late evening that I, dressed discreetly in my robe, encountered Brian in the kitchen doing as young men do half their lives: making a snack. I was eager to see his reaction. By now, I know it's a man, but I'm truly too shocked to react.He begins to run his hands up and down my body, trying to slide his tongue into my mouth and I try to push him away. He presses my hands into the door firmly and presses our bodies together like little girls slam their bodies together.I struggle, fear creeping at the nape of my neck while he begins to kiss my throat lightly grazing his teeth against my jugular. I try to get away, but he presses himself into me further, so that I. Cindy tried to stand on tiptoe with the pressure of the hoisting but she felt her panties move up easily.One of them laughed and commented on how her pussy lips had eaten the panties and asked for her to be turned round so he could see how hungry her ass was. He clapped in approval as they were nowhere to be seen, having disappeared into the crack of her ass. Cindy was unsettled by his comments but couldn’t help noticing that her juices were starting to flow despite all attempts to stop.