That was fine with me!A lengthy full body massage followed, using plenty of fantastically smelling oils and yes, the mask helped. I was still naked bu... having two sets of hands gently work their way around me felt so good that I didn't care. I heard Carla whisper something in my ear, I think she told me to relax (which was easy) and Jeannie gently pushed something inside my pussy. It was a sex toy, a love egg to be precise and they were controlling it. The vibrations running through my body. She bent over a bit again, her jeans pulled tighter defining her cutecheeks with clarity. But she was careful to make sure my face was stillbrushing against it, she wiggled her bum slowly back and forth, my nosehit her cheek then slipped in her crack then hit her other cheek. "Stillthink it is a work of art?" she called back."Come on Nicks, stop playing around," I tried, mumbling into her bum. Shewas a vixen."I should make you kiss it better, that smack really hurt." She used herpouty. The last thing I needed, to totally remove me as a suspect was a clean polygraph. I knew how Arnie worked, and I knew he'd probably call me in very soon, and have someone relieve me. Then he'd take me into the conference room that we sometimes used for interrogating important or celebrity witnesses, and he'd tell me about what had happened, and ask me if I knew anything about it. He'd have our polygraph expert Carter Hall there, to gage my honesty and responses. Carter would use one of the. ‘Don’t…. Don’t stop.’ My hands clamped round the bevelled edge of the table, holding me in place as I held Simon, the waves of pleasure overcoming my normal control. He continued to lap away between my thighs till I’d calmed down, then stood, hoisting my legs over his shoulders and presenting his hard cock at the entrance to my cunt. He rubbed it slowly up and down my slit until I was whispering, begging him: ‘Put it in me,please.’ Déjà vu, all of a sudden, as I remembered saying the same thing.