You know I don't take too long there."She rolled her eyes, partly in fun. "Yes, but, what are you going to wear? I assume you're not sleeping in your ...lothes." You assume right. I am going to hang my clothes in the closet, and just wear my boxers. Hope that doesn't offend your morals." Oh. MY morals. That's a good one. I'll just wear my panties. You've seen my tits before, I'm sure, so you won't be seeing anything new." She smiled."That's one pair I never tire of admiring. They are simply the. So Markus told her the story and his worries. “So you’re worried that they might not have been real officers?” Steph asked in worry“That or they were real officers, but they are corrupt.” Markus voicing his fears, “Whatever the case, why would they go after our family?” Steph asked, worried about her family.“I don’t know, maybe it’s someone from our past, we did upset a lot of people over the years.” Markus reminded his sister, he would have said that she had more than him, but he didn’t want. I didn't want the world to know, especially not these hard,serious guards."We were able to borrow some money," I said, quickly, not giving theothers a chance to answer.We sat in that room answering questions for about an hour, getting nonearer to any conclusion. Finally, they decided to search us, goingthrough our bags, seeing if we had anything to smuggle into the country.They found nothing until they got to Josh's extra bag. The one that hehad brought from Amsterdam, from the brothel, the one. I lick the pre-cum dribble from his tip before running my tongue down his shaft, taking his mushroom into my mouth, I suck lightly before I feel his hand guiding me down to take him to the hilt. I gag initially but then give in to his insistent hand as he thrusts his hips up so that he fucks my face like a slut. The men are watching my husband drill his fingers into my cunt, the squelch of my wetness along with their heavy breathing the only noise in the room. They are all beating their meat in.