She stormed in, threw down two black gym bags filled with cash and kept it moving.“Ginger. Ginger!” her partner strolling behind with three more b...gs exclaimed.“What! What is it Mac?”“Talk to me. Come on,” Mac carried his bags to a chipped edge wooden table and rested them on the laminated surface.“What is there to talk about Mac?” she spun to face him and flailed her arms.“Baby, come on, you’re never like this after a job.”“We’ve never been shot at on a job.”“Right, shot at not actually. Sacrificing herself for me!" Yeah, but you got the technique, kid. You're an actress!" Dippy breezily pointed out. "You could turn the tables on her just like that!" He snapped his stubby tobacco-stained fingers. "All you got to do is say, 'No, no, dear sister, I can't let you do such a horrible thing for me... ' You're both prisoners, in this little skit, see, and the idea is one of you seduces the guard - that's Cliff - while the other escapes, get it? You can ad-lib it good, and she won't. Hmm, you taste good. I bet your piss is just as yummy as your cum. Come on, pee on your baby-sitter’s little titties. Please. I’ll even open my mouth, and you can make believe my face is the toilet. Please piss on me…’ And with that, Eric blasted a hard, hot stream of piss straight into Donna’s open face. ‘Arrg, in my mouth, my mouth…’ Donna begged. And Eric grabbed his dick like a firehose and directed his hot piss right into her mouth. Donna swallowed hard trying to keep up with the stream.. She started to slowly slide her hand back and forth eliciting a moan from Fletcher, she then brought her mouth to his head and licked away a drop of pre-cum, Fletcher’s legs almost buckled and he slid his hand into her hair, she looked up at him swirling her tongue around his tip, Fletcher moaned quietly trying thrusting his hips trying to get deeper into her mouth, she anticipated this however and leant backwards, so only his tip was in her mouth, he tried not to mewl with need.She looked up.