The wife of the deputy chief was, Reg quickly learned, quite expert at cock-sucking, and he was the joyful, quivering recipient of her expertise. For ...ne wild moment he thought about the deputy chief and was envious. If Chief Clinton could handle a package like this, there was a lot more to him than met the eye. On the other hand, if Chief Clinton were tending to business, his wife wouldn’t be here, sucking Reg’s cock! Rina’s oral skills were such that it wasn’t long before Reg uttered a low,. She had almost scrubbed herself raw, trying to wash away the filth she felt inside. It didn't help. She glanced at the clock and sighed. She had only five minutes left. After seeing what Mark was capable of, she didn't want to risk any of his wrath by being late. After drying herself, she pulled back on the sleazy French-maid outfit and brushed out her hair. She slowly opened the door and looked out. Mark was not in sight. She sighed and headed slowly for his room."Anne, come down stairs,. "There are some very nice ones near here, I'm sure." Do you like Italian?" Italian. Portuguese. Thai. Anything, really. Just somewhere friendly and," she lowered her voice, "above all, intimate." I don't know this part of town so well, but I saw a nice small Italian on the way here."Karen nodded.His smile broadened and for a moment Karen was speechless in the gleam of his penetrating green eyes and the seductive blueness of those cheeks which no razor could emasculate. Could men really be so. I began to understand why no guards were present, for Shahira's house was protected by a powerful enchantment. But there was no point on pondering this from the bridge. I joined the others and passed through the Obsidian Gate. Down the stairs we walked in pairs, and exited through the twin doors at the bottom, women to the right, men left and into the vestibule. Down another flight we descended. The wardrobe door stood open, there was no attendant, so all took care to hang up their own.