Ross pulled her up and put her on her knees in front of the couch. Sage sat in front of Carmen and spread her legs wide, letting it be known what was ...oing to happen next. Ross grabbed the back of her head in one hand and pushed her forward. She really didn't want this. She didn't care how horny she was, this wasn't going to get her the release she needed. It didn't matter, though. Ross kept pushing until her lips were against Sage's bare vag. She gave up, thinking it would get this over with. “Sweet Jesus save me. Does your momma know you’re here? And does she know you had to cross the street to get here?”Amusement raced through the room. But I noticed one older agent with a steel grey crew cut sitting laconically on a map table looking at me expectantly. Probably waiting for me to cry.The Reinhardt in me surged. “Yes Asshole, she sent me to drag you back to the nursing home for your Geritol and your nightly enema.”The bald man turned into a red beacon of anger. But before he could. ”“I don’t like to sound rude, but could you do that? Do you know how?”“Oh, yes. I was taught in ... before I met Martha. I do most of the cooking here, even when the Bishop came to dinner.”“I see. Well you are asking the wrong person. Do you know Mr. Ransome in All Saints congregation? He could probably tell you. He set up his own business and then fifteen years later sold it for many millions of pounds.”“Oh. Martha says he is a despicable man, and not to be trusted. I don’t know about asking. I enjoyed it as the hands worked down my body until they had my manhood. It's a good thing I pissed before she came in the shower because there was no way I was going to get anything yellow out of it now.I heard the door open again and a few seconds later there was a new pair of hands working on the body behind me. As it became soapy and the hands moved lower, it mashed against me and redistributed the soap. The combination of the bullet-sharp nipples and the smooth soap made for an unusual.