From his backpack, he drew out a small grease paint kit and began to apply it to his face. When he was finished, he turned to me and began to paint MY...face! Every movement of his fingers was perfectly defined and sensuous, and as he trailed his oily fingers over my nose, cheeks, and lips, I began to feel a tingle in my pussy. Then from somewhere, he materialized three glowing balls that he began juggling in the air. Every once in awhile he would stop and add another ball, until he had five. "You'll have to go outside," she said. " Cell phones won't work inside the building." Carol and Agent Waters walked out of the room to make the call. In a few minutes they returned and Carol was smiling. "I think the jerk fell for it," she said. "I insisted that there was no deal unless both of them came."By 5 o'clock a young female agent had been hooked to a wire and was sitting in a car in front of the insurance building dressed in casual clothes. Agent Waters had asked John if the FBI could. Jane then led me over to kneel in front of Andy, still fingering me, twisting her finger as she did to open my arse just that bit wider. Then with her other hand she guided my head towards Andy’s hard cock, which I took in my mouth and started to suck. I could feel his cock pulse in excitement as Jane told him I was sucking him off and she was fingering me. After a while I felt Jane pull her finger out of my arse and heard her walk out of the room, Andy meanwhile told me to keep sucking, so I. I leaned forward until my head was against the wall, spread my legs, allowed my mind to imagine that someone was behind me as again and again my fingers delved deeper into my hole. I heard myself moan softly and my forward hand tightened slightly. Bubbles from the soap lubricated my action and I felt myself smile as the tension of pleasure established itself deep inside of me. Still I swung my hips even as I dug deeper, umph, I wanted more. I heard myself say it aloud, 'more, oh yeah, more'..