I touched his cock and began to stroke it. It got hard almost immediately. I spit on my hand, and wet his cock and slid it between my ass cheeks. His ...ock was huge, at least 8 inches long and quite thick. I took my time trying not to waken him, I pulled my cheeks apart and tried to get the tip of his cock against my asshole.. His cock was still not right, so I scooted down a bit and spit on my hand and wet his cock once more. I wanted him in my pussy, but right now, in this position, my ass was. Total: 168 hours, the hours in a week. No overtime and hours to spare if one of them gets sick."Good morning, boss," Flint said when he noticed David. "Come in and meet the troops who will be manning the security room and otherwise protecting the compound."Matt Boswell, David learned, was the lead man, and the man who would be working a full 40 hours a week. He was black and wheelchair bound. Frank Connell was the man with the pinned up shirt. Devlon Kristensen wore a prosthetic foot, and Jerry. Her nipples were erect, her boobs were getting very big and she started to leak with juices. Her boobs were the sexiest thing in her body, they were hanging; I took both of them in my hand and started sucking her nipples. I think she likes that pussy rubbing technique; she was rubbing her pussy with her own fingers while I was sucking her boobs.Her boobs were the most milkiest, white in color and hanging like a big water filled balloon. My cock was ready for action. I rubbed my cock tip on her. It didn’t really stand up to any reasoning, but they went at me pretty hard with that theory.After I didn’t crack, they tried a variation of that, accusing me of shooting the lady Marshal. When that didn’t pan out they regrouped and tried to find a way to charge me with the various dead Russians. That they had a better case for, since I had in fact killed those men, but considering the circumstances I was confident any half-decent defense attorney would get me off if it came to a trial.I was.