Turning my head I looked at Anita. She was obviously enthralled and while using one hand to explore me she had slipped her other hand inside her own p...nties. I watched her fingers moving under the fabric and decided to take this to the next level. Without saying a word I reached down and unsnapped my shorts, pulling down the zipper. Anita looked up at me and we leaned together to kiss. While our tongues danced she slipped her hand inside my shorts and pulled my cock out. I looked at it in her. But I decide to stop fighting and hope they will start feeling bad and let me go. He slowly starts humping my mouth and holding the back of my head moving it in a rythem. After a while the taste and smell stop bothering me and I start getting in to it. Hoping it will help me get away quicker I start moving my head on his cock faster and faster as more of his cock slides down my throat. Before I know it he pulls back and shoots a huge load of cum in my mouth. It quickly fills my mouth and oozes. He heard another little murmur from her and decided it might be an invitation. His feelings for her were tender ones. He’d known her since she was barely in school, what seemed like only yesterday but was really years in the past. He admired her sharp mind, laughed often at her barbed tongue, and relished her tender kisses, her heartfelt hugs. He respected her courage, her willingness to try something knew.That she was intellectually gifted—the silly academic ed-biz term the Americans had. ”“And who would I be working for?”Reagan jumped in.”You would be reporting directly to me, on detached duty from your police role.”Why I said it, I don’t know, but I heard myself saying, “Alright, I’ll do it.”Reagan stood up and took a document from the file.”This is the agreement to transfer you to us on detachment. I don’t need to remind you that you have signed the Official Secrets Act so nothing of this can be shared with anyone. And I mean anyone.”“Yes ma’am.”She smiled, “You can drop the.