Simon commanded Carl, "Stand there for a bit and let everything settledown."Carl obeyed and resisted the temptation to try and clear his throat.'It's ...ot as though I can spit this out,' he thought. At the same timethe pressure in his feet and crotch finally seemed to subside a greatdeal which was a great relief."I'll go and make us some coffee Mum," announced Simon suddenly and hequickly disappeared down to the kitchen before Carl realised he'd gone."There you go mum," said Simon arriving back. Smith: What do you call this?Aiko: It’s my muffin, sir.Smith: Well, your muffin needs some correction too.Aiko: My muffin is very sensitive and tender sir. Please don’t hurt my tiny little muffin.Smith: I will have to look inside your muffin to see how tender you are. Do you mind?Aiko: (Hanging her head)… no sir.Smith: Come with me to my desk.The desk in the room was large and the top was covered with a soft waterproof pad. The height had been adjusted to match the height of Smith’s cock. "Whatley eyed the young agent as he slept on Sandra's shoulder. "Sure. I don't see why not," he said as he looked around them at the large back yard with the big oak trees and the overgrown hedges bordering the property. "You can't even see your next door neighbor's house because of those hedges."Bobby got out and hurried into the house as Sandra responded to the SAC. "The privet hedges are more like trees than hedges, I guess. They've apparently been allowed to grow wild for years before we. You of course, as most of you already know, as to my self confession and my state of mind, when I converse with you about sex, I am usually horny and wet, part typing and part masturbating, my gown open and my legs also, with my ankles on the desktop and my bum on the edge of the seat, spread on the soft towelling, under it, as horny women do tend to suffer from secretions unintentionally. My dressing gown was on the verge of being removed, as the urge to fornicate with my fingers was.