Two of the human women were approaching him. They were wearing smiles and not much more.“Hi, I’m Anna,” offered a statuesque brunette as she dra...ed herself on the couch beside him. She had been the woman standing guard earlier. Her dusky complexion hinted at a Hispanic or Mediterranean heritage.“My name is Lily,” murmured a striking redhead with hazel eyes and pale, lightly freckled skin. She settled in at his other hip.“You have been the topic of much debate today,” Lily smiled.“I have, huh?”. A fellow in a good suit, expensive shoes and a chauffeur's hat was holding a sign with my name on it, 'Mr. P. Wells', or at least most of it. He asked for my Texas Driver's License and actually examined it closely (another sure sign that he was really FBI), then he grabbed my one carry-on bag and we were soon driving off towards downtown in a large black SUV that couldn't have screamed 'Government' more if it tried. The driver, an Agent whose name I was apparently not worthy enough to receive,. I could not tell whether or not this man had been pulling on his peter.I sat down and began to enjoy a very hot movie. It was not long before I had a raging hardon which begged for relief. I began to rub my prick with my fingers though my pants slowly and delightfully. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the other guy had unzipped his pants and was stroking his cock in full view. I unzipped my pants and put my fingers inside to play with my stiff member. The man looked over and. I took little sips from mine, finding that I was getting used to the taste, but still not enjoying it much. We all laughed and joked, till late. When Sarah got up to drive home, she fell back again, immediately. My mom tried to help, but she was too inebriated as well. "You can't drive home like that," I said, noticing a slight slur to my own words. "How are you feeling, Faith?" She looked at me for a moment, and I swear her eyes scanned my body, before she answered. "I don't think it is a good.