He had spent some time giving classes to young lads to explain the basic principles but in all honesty not too many of them had that natural ability t...at makes a good bomb-maker. He considered it to be a cultural thing because of the volatility of the Irish personality.The Polish agent Katya was the closest thing he had to a true professional and he had to admit she had the right mix of experience and training to take his place if anything happened to him. The others were simply "stringers". Then I noticed her eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, looking at my cock. It was a shameless long lasting look accompanied by a smirk on her lips and squizzing of her thighs. I started to grow again. Unashamedly I stared at her tits and her just visible crotch. The head of my cock was huge and purple and just a slight rub against my inner thighs was bringing me to an orgasm. She just reached out and gently touched the tip of my cock with a fingernail. I just froze. Something like this. She was opening the buttons on his denims and bringing her lips to his enlarged cock. He wore no underwear. She tongued his shaft and suckled his “longness” until it all fit in her mouth. Ayden opened wide his legs to give her more room with which to maneuver. It didn’t take long before he exploded in her mouth. The cinnamon from her coffee made him tingle all the more. She finished her “second” drink and gently put my cock back in its place. Tiffany returned to her seat blushing and. And again, you remind yourself that you put up with it because she's fucking hot, and you're lucky she even gave you a second glance, so for her to go out with you on a regular basis for the last six months is worth it. Or so you keep telling yourself. But it's starting to wear thin, all the same.The worst part of it is feeling the eyes of the other diners in the restaurant staring at you, or, alternatively, making a point of not looking at you so they don't appear to be staring at the poor guy.