“Do you like that?” I asked. A slight nod of her head and a muffled grunt told me she did. “You came here to be fucked, didn’t you?” There w...s another grunt and affirmative nod of her head. “Do you like being fucked like this?” She tried to look back at me. She nodded “yes” and grunted something that I couldn’t understand. I pulled the shirt out of her mouth. “Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Please. Don’t stop. It feels so fucking good.” It wasn’t a plea as much as a demand; and, a loud. Mary said, "Now, that is hot looking! Will I get it styled too?" Yes when you leave Baltimore," the woman said, "You will have a professional 'makeover' on the plane, and a new set of luggage with the clothes that you picked out." When we get done with the two of you," the male agent said, "you could walk past FBI agents at the airport watching with your old pictures in their hands!"He continued, "You won't get much sleep today since at 0800 you catch an agency 727 from Baltimore to Seattle. She took a moment to get into position, the small space requiring her to wriggle into him, enjoying the feel of his hard cock through his trousers, stiff against her back. Her fidgeting rewarded by the soft groan he made as she shifted around against him.He settled her against his chest and reached his arms round her slowly running his fingers along the edge of the lace that was hiding her breasts from him, catching it under his fingers and pulling it around her breasts allowing it push them. Her one rule. Frustrates the hell out of me. But as I come up behind her and start rubbing her mini-skirt covered ass, she knows exactly what I’m doing, and says “babe, come on, wait till after the party, I’ll make it worth it.” I never know exactly what she has planned when she says something like that, but she always delivered. So I relent, rub my now hard cock against her ass just to show her how desperate I am which elicits a quiet “mmmmmm” from her. I finish putting on my Zorro costume..