“Please Sir, you’re hurting me?” He laughs and pulls it completely out. I know I am gaped and the camera is point right at my pussy. My garters ...re tight across my ass cheeks and I am breathing heavily. “Get your pussy ready for me sweetheart.” I start to finger myself, working two then three fingers into my stretched pussy. I add some more olive oil from the bottle nearby. He puts his dick in front of me and I obediently kiss the tip. He rubs it back and forth on my lips until I am begging to. Their meals were scattered around town but always occurred at nicer hotels after which they would adjourn to a room Mr. Douglas's campaign rented. On eight different occasions we were able to get into the room posing as a room service waiter. On all eight occasions neither of the subjects was dressed and the bed had been used. Pictures of the room and subjects are in the report. We also made audio recordings of each encounter by placing a microphone under the door of the room. The subjects had. The patrolman radioed the patrol sergeant who appeared a few minutes later. When Sam repeated the story — the sergeant was also a Vietnam vet who knew of Carlson's Rangers — he radioed the duty officer. The result was that in moments the entire Port Authority VIP squad was assembled at the United terminal. With two officers guarding the car, Sam was free to go inside and wait for the guests at the security gate.Judy and Mike had been eagerly looking forward to their trip to New York. In the. Everyone looked at Trace to see if he had any kind of reaction. He looked thoughtful and then finally spoke."We can make one compromise if everyone - especially Cassie - agrees to it. When I took her to the theater the first time, we both enjoyed the anonymity of playing with cocks through the glory hole. We only jacked them until they came. If Cassie agrees to this as the limit of interaction with strangers and only goes with me, I will be sure that we do nothing more than hand play and I will.