Oh, how she loved playing with the balls. She hummed against the raging hardon. She whispered prayers to it. Then resumed licking and kissing it as if...a stranger had offered her a lollipop under the condition that he hold it out and she cannot use her hands.“Make me cum already,” said a rough voice from the other side of the box, beyond the hole.The voice made her whimper. How could a beautiful dick belong to such a voice? But she obliged.Once again, she took it back into her mouth, but this. Is there any chance you could get me some satellite images of the location?" he asked."Sure, Henry. Should I alert the FAT boys to move out?" Maybe it would be better to learn what we can before sending your troops in," Henry suggested. "Another day or two should allow us to gather intelligence and avoid any problems."The General agreed that Henry's suggestion made sense and he promised that he would have the satellite images sent over as soon as possible."Henderson?" Yes, Sir," the butler. They swooped like ski slopes. The goosebumps had left her nipples standing at attention towards the ceiling. Lauren didn’t particularly like them because, as a swimmer, they had gotten in the way. The girls that mocked her in middle-school were no good memory, to boot. She had decided she was going to go to some thrift shops on the downtown mall, an older part of town. She tapped her pink lips with one finger.“What to wear….”She put on a white tank top and a pair of peachy denim shorts that her. "Is that okay?" you ask, looking down but not seeing anything. She nods,eyes closed and lies back. You don't know what to do, what she wants. Youdon't know anything about this part at all. Amy would. Amy would know whatto do. You think back to what you've read. What you've watched in videos,confused and jealous. You move your finger in and out, slowly, marveling atthe effect it has on her. Her thighs part further, welcoming you in. Youdecide to explore, your thumb grazing over soft hairs on her.