Kneeling near her head I grabbed her face and shoved my cock down her throat without resistance. Watching as her eyes rolled back into her head and he... skin began to suffer from Cyanosis I finally removed my cock from her mouth. The wind slowly blew through my hair and over my face as a rose to my feet and pulled my pants back up and fastened them. I had taken out my hair band so my mid length hair blew in the wind like an old west outlaw. Looking at me shadow in the light from my vehicle. She had to break eye contact as she worked the last inch into her throat, but when she was done she looked back up at me with a smile stretched around my cock. Then she got down to business, and within a few minutes she was getting her breakfast treat."Thank you, sir," she said with a smile."You're welcome," I said magnanimously. It still amazed me that I was being thanked for allowing someone to blow me.Becky went to work, and shortly thereafter I did the same.During the day I called. ’ I showed her a few casual clothes and she chose a pants suit. I left her to change. She asked me if she could have a shower. I of course said, ‘Yes.’ The smell of sex and fear would linger in my car for weeks! An hour or so later a new woman entered my lounge room. I raised an eyebrow and said ‘Pizza?’ she grinned and I rang out for two large with cola. ‘Anne you are in trouble, ‘Dear Johnny’s’ political friends and enemies want blood, your blood. My partners as good as told me to persuade. Dumping the bike in the snow, she called Lassie, grabbed her bags and ran up the stairs. She paused a moment and wrapped her hands around the cold metal whistle still strapped around her neck until it wasn't so bitterly cold. She then blew it as loudly as she could. Dropping the whistle, she ran for the door. Hopefully those waiting for her would realize she was in the wrong location and come looking for her.As they approached the massive metal museum doors, a side door swung open and Earl.