. because him an Art was partners ... no matter what, they was also pals.The two D.E.A. agents sat uncomfortably on straight-backed wooden chairs, in ...he shabby three-room apartment on the second floor of the 'Fenton Arms' hotel. Both men were mindlessly staring out through the unwashed living room window at a warehouse located directly across the street from the cheap hotel room, and both men were bored to spit. For the last three day's they had been staking out the warehouse, which was. I want to share my passion for him and my most recent and most memorable mating with him.Briefly, I can trace my relations with him since my teens. One night, I had gone off to sleep when we were both staying in a hostel, after torrential sex talk over a hot cup of tea late in the night. At the stroke of midnight, I could feel him mount me on my back and gently but firmly pressed his dick on my buttocks. As I continued to pretend to be sleeping, he kissed and licked my earlobes and pressed his. “Say it,” he said, andKnelt at her feet, holding her left foot. “Say it,” he said, andDrew her toes into his warm wet mouth.And now she lies on her back in her own house, trussed hand andFoot, naked, while he plays his hands over her body and pulls forthUnwilling desire.“Do you know what I will do if you refuse again to say it?” heAsks, running his finger around her inner labia. She is wet fromHer orgasm, open and wanting him. She shakes her head again; sheDoesn’t know, but she knows it will be. She slapped his cock against her lips, her tongue, back at her lips, back in her mouth, wanked at it, licked it, back on her lips again. He thrusted with more urgency and his head tilted back. She couldn’t see his face now but imagined him to have his eyes closed with his mouth partially open to let some pleasure out, just in case he exploded. She was right! Then as suddenly as she went down on him, she rose to her feet, letting his cock loose as she did so. He looked at her as if she’d just.