I looked down and saw his cock still buried balls deep into me."What's going on?" I asked him"Jess, you just came on my dick. I can't help it."Oh fuck... his dick was getting hard, his erection was returning and it was tearing me open from the inside."Oh my god! Don't move!" I screamed."Fuck, I can't help it, you are so tight Jess." Oh fuck! No! Don't move. Oh my god oh my god."I felt like I was going to explode, my pussy was on fire, I've never felt so full."I said don't move!" I'm sorry Jess, I. Smith?" she asked in her tiny voice.I nodded."Is it better like this?" she asked again."Mmmm-hmmmm!" I moaned.She was stroking up and down."Is that stuff going to come out?" she asked. "Like in the pictures?" Yeah, I think so, Connie. Oh, that feels fantastic!" Does it feel really good when that mess comes out?" Yeah, yeah, oh, a little faster, OK?"Her pace picked up, her little hand pumping up and down, filling me with excitement and pleasure, pleasure that would soon find release."Yes, Mr.. He licked and lapped up its precious contents as his wife responded by pulling his head close into her genitals. He continued to suck and kiss his wife's glorious cunt ingesting and swallowing the sticky semen left behind by Anthony. He could hardly catch a breath as his wife continued grinding her well used pussy all over his face causing the combination of her juices, Anthony;s semen and his saliva to soak the reinforced nylon control top of her pantyhose that framed her fuck hole. Roger had. The fire was back in her eyes, and she tried to give as good a she was getting.It was a fair performance. Not good, but fair.Her little rally died aborning, and the real interrogation began."They told me they would leave me alone if I gave them the president's schedule every Thursday evening, after it was finalized. I was to take it into the ladies wash room and photograph it with my iPhone, then text it to a number that changed every week, then erase it and the text from my memory." How often.