By the time he had gotten to pressing his very talented mouth to my core I was so on fire that I thought the orgasm that ripped through my body was go...ng to tear me apart. “Did you meet someone?” Bianca pressed.“No, you know I would have told you about that.” I said quickly.“Then why are you being so defensive?”My desk phone rang then and I quickly answered it.“Thank you for calling Gibson, Rollins and Taft this is Maricella, how may I help you?”“Your given name is Maricella, so fucking sexy,”. You might call me a blackmailer. Sometimes I do the blackmailing, sometimes it's for the mob. They use me like an Independent Contractor. Today, I had just used one of the tools of my trade, a digital video recorder. I had it built into my brief case, it sat innocently on the floor, focused on the armchair and the bag.You might think I was just recording some Nasty Sex, not so, I was gathering usable information. You see I had done a little snooping around and Laura wasn't your regular whore.. To pilots who all believed they should have been flying Typhoons, it was a very demoralising place to be.As the three junior officers vanished into the mess hall, a long serving and highly experienced Flight Sergeant who had been walking quietly not far from them, and had heard almost everything they had said, smiled slightly to himself. One day soon, he hoped, they would learn that things were not quite as they appeared. He wished that the Tornado and Typhoon hadn’t been seen though. That was. In the fantasy Lexi moaned and stuck her tongue inside; in real life her finger was moving faster and faster on her clit.When the cop had come, digging her sharp nails into Lexi’s back, she pushed the cheerleader away. Lexi just sat there on the floor looking up, her hair mussed and face smeared with pussy juice, as the officer dressed again just as carefully as she’d undressed. She was just leading Lexi back to the holding cell, where another horny prisoner was waiting, when a noise disturbed.