" Comme je sortais du salon, me mordant les l?vres pour? protester que ne "puais" pas avant qu'ils me violent, Tom se tourna vers ses copains, la cam...ra toujours en main et sugg?ra : - "Pourquoi ne l'accompagnerais-tu pas John? ....? Tu vas la filmer sous la douche! ......" John me suivit cam?ra en main, j'?tais cruellement consciente que la cam?ra enregistrait tous mes faits et gestes. Je me glissais sous a douche et utilisai le savon de Tom et son shampoing pour me d?barrasser des. Suzy and I immediately invited him and his partner to lunch at Mabel’s.After lunch, while we were enjoying our coffee, Charles let me know that he would be retiring. But that he had one last assignment to take care of.I was a little apprehensive. I didn’t want to get involved in another adventure. Especially something cooked up by the FBI. Or any other government alphabet agency.“Matt, this is about Nigel St. Gaudens.” both Suzy and I groaned. Again with this putz. He was like a bad penny. We. I stared for a long instant at her soft creamy thighs which were crossed and I couldn't stop thinking and seeing in my mind that sweet little pussy and all that soft downy hair that was just above the edge of her skirt. Almost instantaneously I felt my cock get out of control,.Those long, beautiful creamy thighs looked appealing. Even if I couldn't see her pussy there in the dark, I felt my body moving me over and I couldn't stop thinking about that sweet, little cunt. I had such a hardon I had. It was so powerful, it even made her shake. She didn't know what to think, say, or do.The other girls were immediately upon her, asking a million question about how it felt, what was it like, why was she crying so much, why did you scream and, finally, why did she let him do that to her? That was the question that made the conversation stop. Should she deny telling him to do it? She really didn't tell him to do that, at least she didn't think she had. Are they being critical of her? She didn't.