Most of the news-crews got over most of their caution fairly quickly, and it surged back mostly when they looked down, which wasn't easy in a shoulder...to-shoulder crowd. But the unusual minority were continually very cautious about me. I was using sight blobs to check them out; to look inside their ears, jackets and pockets, and to search the helicopters they'd arrived in if they passed within range. It was easy to find out that they were all Feds posing as reporters. I'd told the policeman. If I didn'tthink about it, it was completely comfortable. I was obviouslypractised at putting on make-up as the movements seemed natural. Ithought about the situation and how I would like to look and a pictureof my face appeared in my mind's eye, sort of overlaid on my face in themirror. I just had to make the face in the mirror match the mind's eyepicture and my make-up was done! It was like painting by numbers. Theresult was actually quite comforting. Because I'd toned down all. I didnt wanted to touch his cock but he asked me to massage it too. I said no but then he said "Come on try it you might like touching it". I put some oil on his cock and started to stroke it. I had to wrap my both hands to cover up his cock. I slowly stroked his cock, he was saying "Thats right do it faster". I increased my pace and then he shot his huge load in the air. His cum flew everywhere. After that i immediately got up and washed my hands. I realized all this made me hard too. I never. Holly came over and sat on the bed. “You silly girl, and it won’t be the last time. I know my Mum.” She lent over and hugged me. She smelt so good. But it was just a hug. I was just about to ask her to help me when she stood up and said “come on, we need to get ready. I’m going for a shower.” The moment was lost. “I’ll go after you then Holly.” I heard the shower start up, and lay back on the bed, putting my hand between my legs, and let myself go. Heaven. Holly was right. Over the next.