They'd have given you a new identity. If you got arrested and then rolled over on somebody bigger, and made a deal, there's no way I'd have been able ...o find that out."Kris sat down heavily in the same chair he'd been interviewed in."I don't think that's the deal," he said. "It wasn't something like that." What wasn't something like that?" asked Mitch, softly.Kris looked up. "It wasn't something the feds would be interested in," he said."Why don't you tell me about it and let me decide," said. He pulled her close again, his eager prick pressing against her belly. There was a quiet ‘thud’ and he looked down to see a silver hip flask on the floor. She giggled, blushing, “Oops!” ‘Oh,’ he smiled. ‘I see you’ve been partaking of a little nectar? Mmm, well perhaps it’s time I had a little of that myself… God knows I’ve been wanting to since we…” Before she could respond, he dropped to his knees and her hands on his shoulders as he began to press his nose into her silken panties, kissing. Keep on pleasing me". I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I ended up putting my cock back into my panties and kept sucking on his cock. Every time my tongue rubbed up and down on his cock, I was still in awe that I was doing this! I continued to give him oral sex for about 5 more minutes. He then looked down at me right into my eyes and asked me "Where do you want me to cum?". Without even really processing it, I instinctually just said "Cum wherever you want". Then about 10 seconds later. The sanctity of confession meant he was gullible to what I said. In the dark confessional booth, I kneeled before his little screen door and turned him, convinced him my fiancé was good.I concocted whoppers of hating school, jealousy of rich people, confessed truthfully to everyday venial sins and fessed up to kissing longer than three seconds, all to establish veracity. Tossing in the failure to observe the Catholic orthodox arbitrary kissing time limit of three seconds was needed plausibility.