I later figured out it was partly because he knew how terrible I felt. Worse than I’d ever been in my life.The meeting was to be at 10 on a Thursday...morning. Jessie Simmons called me a couple of hours earlier.“We may have something on Mitch Reynolds.”“We can use anything.”“Okay. We ran Collins-Smythe on him. Every iteration of his name along with the photo recognition shit. A Mitch Franklin bought a quarter acre of land just north of the river a year and a half ago. Franklin is Reynolds’ middle. " I begged."Shut up boy you ask for it now take it. It is what you wanted, you were so eager in our chat."He was right. I told him getting fucked was my favorite thing. I lied, never thinking it would go this far. It was, and I had to take it. It would have to get better, there would be some pay off for me. He pushed deeper.Oh FUCK, this hurt. His hands on my hips, pulling me back onto his cock. I forced myself to relax, how is that possible. He pulled me back more, his cock filling me,. I gently touched her feet, feeling her warm socks, as I began gently massaging her soles through her socks. I pushed my knuckles into her soles and then rubbed up and down her foot with my thumbs. After about 20 minutes, I mustered the courage to ask her: "Hey, this would be more effective without your socks in the way, can I take them off?" Her reply was "Yes, but won't you feel dirty, considering I was walking around the whole day?" Cuz, relax and let me take away all the stress from your. Finally, Tracy had to let my cock pull from her mouth and take a deep breath.She looked into my eyes and smiled wickedly, licking my cum from her lips with her tongue."You really know how to give a girl a meal, don't you?" she grinned."It sure do, Sis," I replied. "And you sure know how to suck a cock!"Tracy giggled and scrambled up onto the couch beside me. I pulled her into my arms and we kissed passionately. I could taste my own cum on her lips and the thought excited me even more. Tracy.