Aur sirf ahhhhh ammmmm ohohhhohhoh ahhahhahhahahahhhah esa karti rahti.Ab vo joro se mera muh uski chuth me daba rahi thi me samj gaya ki vo fir se ja... ne vali he.Aur thodi der me vo jad gayi.Ab mene uske sidha letaya aur tango ko failake jese hi me dalne gaya usne kaha dhire se karna pls.Mene kaha thik he aur mene lund uski chuth ke pas le gaya aur chuth ke upar hi ragda thodi der.Bad me boli ab dal bhi do mujse raha nahi ja raha he to mene jat se lund ko dhaka diya aur lund andar chala gya. It’s...”I put my finger to his lips. “What it is is not over. You drive this land yacht home and be at my house in an hour. Don’t even think about saying no, you understand?”He just grinned and said “yes, dear.” Then he gave me another scorcher of a kiss and drove away. I practically ran home, jumping into the shower, choosing my outfit, and doing my makeup to perfection. I put a note on the door: “Come out back.”It was almost an hour exactly when he showed up. He walked into the back yard. Mmm..yes!” I gasp, feeling your finger start to rub against my asshole once again. I wriggle around and buck my hips as you bring me closer and closer to orgasm - catching me off guard and making me reach down to grab you by the hair to pull you closer.“I can’t!…Stop!…oh my god!” You reach your free hand up and start to rub my clit as fast as you can. “No no no!” I scream as I throw my head back. I whimper as you slide your tongue out and get up to press your mouth against my ear.“You want me. I had parked a few blocks away from the J. Edgar Hoover Building and walked to a little used entrance on the side of the building. I had shown my Agency credentials and finally been let in after several phone calls and a 20 minute wait. But then the Agency/Bureau feud goes all the way back to the 1940's. When I was in the OSS I once got caught in the middle of it, but that's a story for another time.I was shown into a windowless office. From the pictures, knickknacks and the nameplate that read.