'The bitch is loud today', he smirked and started to pump her even harder, soon reaching yet another climax. The commander came out again behind Benso..., crawling on the floor with more cum on her helmet. She could hear the big bastard Festus mumbling: 'You still pay for the jail time, cunt'. The Commander collapsed on the floor, totally wasted.A minute later it was suddenly time to break up and go back to work. Benson jerked off his last load for the day in Harper's helmet before he pressed it. “Wait b’ye. Here.”He unscrewed the top from the thermos again and held it while Sky poured the coffee from the can into the top. He pulled the second can from the fire but didn’t attempt to drink from it.He squatted a few feet away and watched Sky sip his coffee, thinking, ‘Not a bad bit nice,’ which was a strange way of saying ‘beautiful.’He’d never thought of a man being beautiful before. Why did he think so now of this man? Why did he have a feeling filling him that he hadn’t felt for many. Now please stand I'm going to have to ask you to strip to take pictures of the stolen merchandise” he uncuffed her standing her up to stand in front of himShe nervously began to pull her top off as the office began to snap some pictures.“now that's a good slut” he said enjoying the sight. “now let's see that ass I'm sure you're hiding more stuff” With tears in her eyes she unbuttoned her jeans struggling to pull them down as they were skin tight. “now that's quite an ass you got there. I'm. "Round 3?" Brad asked with a smirk. Cassie was summoned back from her trance. "Do or die time." She responded intimidatingly. Looking up to his face. They both gave their best sly smiles. "Ding ding ding!" Brad exclaimed. This time they were cautious about their advances. Brad faked out a few times. Cassie burst into a giggly laughter. "What's so funny?" Brad asked in a deep voice. "Oh nothing, just very distracting." Cassie giggled, as she still crouched and kept her wrestling stance. Brad saw.