"Not yet, you don't." I was in casual clothes but he didn't even bother to get dressed. He stood up and his robe fell open. He was only semi-erect. "...o you want me to blow you?" Somehow, he hadn't asked me to do it that the day before. My touch had been enough. His blazing eyes found another heat level. Again, I felt that heady rush of power at the desire he felt for me. "God," was the only sound he managed. I took that as a yes. I knelt in front of him while he still stood, pushing aside. Thanking her respectfully, Gray left the lobby, heading to a nearby elevator that would take him to the lower levels of the building. The wardrobe, aptly named because it stored numerous costumes and accessories helpful in undercover surveillance, was empty that morning with the exception of Mr. Brown and Miss Rose, one of Brown’s psychologist protégés. ‘Good morning,’ Mr. Brown said the moment Gray stepped into the massive room. He looked up from a small pile of clothes laid out on the table. "Whats wrong? Your doing great!" I said out of breath. "Nothing is wrong, it's just I never thought that this could be so great," he said running his hand through his hair. I crawled over to him and said, "That's good to hear, I think this thing we have is amazing." I ran my hands up his legs and over his erect penis. I stood up and he grabbed me as I put my legs around his waist, and he put me up against the wall. He took his hard cock and entered me again, thrusting his cock deep inside me.. So I reached out with my hands and put them on Sandy's hips. I pulled myself toward her, shortening the distance between us, and then we could time our legs together. It made the horse look really short, because the back legs were pretty close to the front legs, but Mom, after she quit laughing, said it looked better than before. Our dad came in and asked why the horse was walking like a camel. Did you know a camel moves both legs on one side forward at the same time when he walks? I didn't..