.. More rubbing elicited more grunting -- and more finger-chasing. In the chair seat, Claudette lay with her eyes closed -- and a flush that didn't lo...k like embarrassment, especially when you added in the distended nostrils! "You're cherry, right?" Ted confirmed."Cherry?" Claudette opened a glazed eye."A virgin," Ted amplified."Of course!" Claudette managed to project wounded dignity. "Will I be in an hour?" That's not as clear as it was..." Sticking his dick in her was looking more and more. Adel is telling me to get ready for Paul's cum. I should suck it out of him and swallow it, as I go, leaving no trace when we are done. I should suck until long after he has completed, trying to 'suck his balls through his limp dick' according to Adel's whisper. I do what she tells me. I do it exactly and I am rewarded by a man who is at a loss for words. We lay him down on the bed and Adel goes down on me. I am stroking her hair and her back and her mouth eats me from the inside out. She is. “Yes, Detective Holden, I did,” she admits. “But I never said those criminals do not get caught. In Russia, making bribe will only save you a little time. In Russia we catch you no matter what.”Curtis thinks about pushing the issue further and then decides not to. He knows this argument will get them nowhere, and if it continues ... if he has to partner up and keep an eye on the woman, he doesn’t need anything sour between them. “Alright, alright,” he says, holding up his hand. “Let’s agree to. I could've worn the Red Wings, but the kind of wear you got from riding was different, and the Red Wings were my motorcycle shoes.Yeah, I know, I would have made fun of me for calling it a motorcycle too, but it was all I had for now.As the day of the dinner approached, my nerves got worse and worse. I was having trouble sleeping, and there were no dream visitations to blame it on. Truth be told, I would have welcomed another visitation, but it didn't look like it was going to happen. It didn't.