No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Two rounds from the SOCOM – another old one falls on top of his rifleman friend down the hall. No. No. Nononononono....No. No. FUCK. I think for a moment, dip two fingers under the laces of my boot, and remove a small silver key. Goddamnit. I head for a particularly dark stairwell. Pressing myself into the deepest shadow I can find, I pull out the plastic baggie and open it, licking the tip of my pinkie. I dip my pinkie into the bag and encrust it with powder,. I had no control in the motion as it was being held deep and my head was being pulled back and forth, my mouth was doing the work of his hand, he was wanking his cock using my head and mouth as a more sensitive wanking device.After a few moments he withdrew his cock and I could taste the saltiness of his ejaculate. He had been so far down my throat he had just pumped it straight into my stomoch.The warm streams were becoming more numerous, firstly one directly onto my right breast followed by. Overcome by a sensation so intense she feared she might feint, but her legs clamped the Baron's head so hard that for a moment he too felt dizzy.Floating in a hazy post orgasmic stupor, Bettina did not realise the Baron had moved. He lifted her legs up and apart, moving closer to her, his penis nudging her body. That body, however, was more than ready for him. She was dripping wet, her vagina was well lubricated and hot as blood surged around her lower belly. The ripples of her orgasm had. We threw ideas at each other and even though our outlines were totally different, we both benefited from the exchange. Pete asked if he should leave the room but we said it was a working evening and he could stay so he could work too.When I returned, I noticed my computer was on screen saver and not sleep mode. Penny saw me look at it and apologised, "Sorry, I knocked the mouse when I went by." We both knew she'd tried to access the story but I'd changed my password to a non-guessable one..