I’m finding it hard to lay still and I’m squirming my bottom against the bed in an attempt to push the plug even deeper in to my ass. “Talk to ...e…. What are you doing?” My breath is now irregular pants and I’m finding it harder to talk. All of my focus is on the sensations and aching coming from my lower belly and pussy. “I’m so close….Please. Please Sir, let me fill my cunt for you. Please let me touch myself.” My eyes, that I hadn’t even realized were clenched tight, shoot open as I realize. He moves behind me. What's he doing now? I can't see what he's up to. I feel him pull at my hair, feel his cock against my head. He's wound my hair around his cock, he pulls back and presses forward. I feel his cock against my scalp, the tug on my hair as he pulls back. With a short spasm he comes, pinching at my tits with his soft fingers as he does so. He leaves me on the floor; his cum dripping from my hair. My clothes more torn than ever. He says nothing; just looks at me through his. ”Cedric gave a dull nod, but in Keyaron's mind it had to be getting through. This was gang shit, even if it was getting through in a way back to sex. It was just like talking to all them bitches, but you had to do it different to get through to a guy.“No matter what shit happens, I'm there for you. And you there for me.”“I know,” Cedric replied, with dull resignation. Keyaron kept his eyes on his boy, watching that downcast gaze for signs.“And you there for me, too,” he repeated, licking his. That's when George dropped the other shoe, "Oh by the way, on Monday make sure you drop by the staging area to get your partners. They start at 8."All the way home I stewed over this new development. I knew I was being set up, but which one partner would be the spy? Or would they both be spies? The thought that they were just two new workers never entered my mind. There had been something in the reports, even my carefully sanitized ones that had sparked someone's interest. And now I was being.