As for my mouth, each thrust takes my breath away, and not only in the literal sense.A finger plays between my butt-cheeks. It circles the hole and fe...ls its way around but doesn’t penetrate me.“Do it,” says the quietest boy. “I wanna see all her gaps filled.”“Even if it’s just a thumb?” the captain’s voice asks, hoarse now.He gets no audible reply. As the finger pushes into me, I’m reminded of the size of his hands. His nail scrapes against the side of my orifice, and I can’t help crying out. He looked at my tan legs and my ass showing through my thong. He said walk around for me. I walked back and forth across the room and I could see his cock begin to grow. I felt so turned on knowing this man was lusting for me. I could turn men on and I liked it! I was proud of my body and the fact that I could make men want me.I then walked over to him and kneeled between his legs. I reached down and lifted his cock and balls and started to lick the underside of his balls. I licked up and down. Her last phone call from him prior to his flight had indicated he was feeling somewhat horny. The soft song of a Golden Cheeked Warbler brought her back to reality as she wandered in the leafy shade of East Hermosa Avenue as she made her way to the house where she rented a room. Back at the house she had a bite to eat and then showered in preparation for the evening; Jim had asked her to ‘look real pretty’ for him, as they were to go downtown tonight. She put on an outfit she thought made. If the feds found out I could do what I did, my life would be over, and I would become a federal slave/prisoner.Oh, they would tell me it was for my and my countries own good, but I would be totally controlled by them. One thing they would experiment with, would be if I could CHANGE history. I had refused to even try up till now.Hell, just the ability to view events and conversations in specific areas, would have me working for intelligence agencies the rest of my life, let alone them knowing.