When your cock is dripping with my saliva, I move my lips to your balls and rub the palm of my hand over the head, sending tingles from your scalp to ...our toes. I move my lips onto your now super sensitive head whilst both hands move roughly up and down the shaft. I spit over my fingers and trail them over your balls and teasingly over your arse. I know exactly where you want them but right now you're too spaced out to do anything but moan and stand so I continue to tease. As I flick my tounge. "Panties or no panties?" She questioned, as though continuing to ask seductive advice from a gay friend, as though I had no feelings at all about the matter. She raised her glass to her lips, surveying the clothes lying on the bed. I liked the black, very sheer pair of thong panties, a sheer black bra, and a black mini that would end up just covering the top of her thigh highs when she stood.For the top she would end up wearing a black turtleneck, shinny silver bracelets with matching. One of our favourite places for doing this was in crowded bars. On these occasions Beth would only wear shoes, mini skirt and tee shirt. This was so I could get easy access to her body. We had been playing these games for about a year when things took a dramatic change.We had gone into this bar, not one of our regular places. We liked it immediately as it was very crowded. We pushed our way up to the bar. I ordered drinks and whilst the black barman was getting them I turned to Beth who had. Pressing on, I asked, "What are we doing for food? We're not eating fast food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner from that place I saw down the street, right?"I took a deep breath, as there was no good answer to that one, either."I hate to say this, but did anyone think about this before taking me off to 'safety?' I don't want to sound ungrateful, but somehow I think there have been some big screw ups here."Agent Barnes apparently took that a bit personally."Just what more do you think could go.