Gibson said to me once again, but I was not going let up.“Thank you, sir.” James said. “You won’t regret this Sir.”“Oh...Shit.” Mr. Gibson said. As his entire body was flexing in every direction and he was shimmying around in his seat.“Thank you again sir.” James said“Oh, Christ. Just be here at 7 tomorrow.” He said almost sounding desperate for air.“Yes Sir, Thank you Sir.” He said again and I heard his chair move as he was. His wife and son."Fuck.Fuck!"Do you have a SWAT team on the way?"The civilian cop, a mid thirties looking sergeant whose name tag said THOMPSON, shook his head. "My captain told me they'd take at least twenty minutes to get here. Something more important came up, I guess." Yeah, something always does. Which floor is he on?" Seven."I checked my notes. My guy was in apartment #723. What were the odds it'd be some other Army lieutenant?I looked up at the building. It was one of those old early. ” Suraj asked the reason. Rimi replied that she didn’t object much in what they were doing. But penetration sex is an absolute no!Suraj tried to convince her for some time. But it fell on deaf ears. He had no other option and asked for a blowjob to finish off. Rimi gladly blew him wildly one last time and he kept playing with her boobs. He then said, “I want to cum in a different way.”Rimi: What do you want to do?Suraj made her lie down on her stomach, got on top of her and rubbed his cock. I groan. “You're killing me,” I hiss. I'm at the end of my patience. I grab her hand with my left and wrap her fingers around the base of my cock, and let my right hand glide all the way into her suit to cup her breast and squeeze. The double sensation makes me groan in appreciation, and there is something obscene about the sight of the shape of my fingers and knuckles moving under the wet spandex.Her palm slides up and down my cock, lubricated by the water we are immersed in, and her grip is.