They may possibly have voice-activated equipment in this year but I was not sure. Otherwise the sheer man-hours to monitor the conversation would add ...p to a very expensive operation.The people that could afford this were governments, companies bent on finding out what I knew, but my guess was possibly someone out to get me personally. The only one I could think of that may want this was Goldbalm.He had the money, he was curious enough and now that he was coming to trial he may want to find a. She obligingly lifts her right knee several inches to permit the passage. When the back of my thumb reaches and touches the length of her slit she closes her legs again. I press the cotton material between my thumb and forefinger, close my fingers back over her left inner thigh and feel that wonderful soft slit against the back of my thumb.So there we are, under the afghan. My left hand massaging her neck and upper body. She's sucking her left thumb, holding my organ with her right hand and. She pushed me down with her foot till I was on my back. Standing over me one leg either side of my head. She lowered her crotch to my face and held it an inch over me. The muskiness reaching my nostrils and sending pheromones surging through my veins into my body, making me tremble with lust. Then she lowered herself to my mouth and my eyes closed as I pushed my tongue into her, but not her pussy, it was her anus; and I could not resist as she forced it down onto me with all her weight. I was. The spunk however must have gone straight into my central sex area, and I felt my cunt contracting towards a small shaking unwanted orgasm. Fortunately it didn't last long, and none of the bastards seemed to notice.One of them found a felt-tip pen and scrawled "Baiser Moi" – "Fuck Me" across my pubes, jabbing the sharp point repeatedly into the soft flesh above my immature shaven pubes.Now I could see the youngest bloke filming his mates attacking me, zooming into my breasts dripping in sweat.