I stood up when Mrs. T. came out. The jeans looked like they were painted on her. They were very tight. She looked at me. She could barely breath. "Oh...Audrey! Do you have this in a larger size. Maybe one more higher." said Mrs. T. I saw the sales girl smile. She walked over to get another pair of jeans. She then walked over to Mrs. T. "Here you go. You look very nice in them. Maybe these will be better. Is there anything else I can get for you?" said the sales girl. "I love to try on some. Johnson had taken off her black robe, and is now in jeans with a shirt that said, FBI on it, she is holding a gun in her hand, and she told master; FBI YOU MOTHER FUCKER, GET YOUR HANDS UP YOU ASSHOLE.A week earlier, Saturday, October 28 2017Washington, DC, at the CIA office.33 year old Special agent Jennifer Johnson, a slim, blonde hair lady, with green eyes, and a nice 34 c cup breasts, was called into a meeting with her boss; 50 year old, special agent Dave Thomas. He is a good looking guy. To just find out if they liked gay sex, or at least not looking for something more permanent. Friends enough to hang out with after work. But no real men to take home after a beer or a night out.I was so freaking hot that I needed something more. It had been over a year since I had proper sex with another guy. And I was looking to get off. I wanted to try the glory hole scene in Amsterdam. An anonymous cock to suck was better than no cock at all, I thought. And somehow the anonymity excited. He felt his cock throbbing and aching against the covers below, his testicles felt swollen and angry at their neglect and he could feel small droplets of cum begin oozing from the tip of his penis wetting the mattress beneath where it had rubbed. It jerked when suddenly he heard her cries and pleadings for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her. He moaned in piteous masochistic torture as Bill Dodge followed her screams and rammed his small finger deep into her virginally.