"Gina will keep you company in the kitchen after dinner while I talk to Aaron. I don't know what I'm going to say so give me some time to bring up the...subject of sex. I'll send you a signal when it's a good time to join us." What's the signal?" They asked in unison."What's the signal?" Miss Baker asked again when we heard the doorbell. Nothing was decided when she opened the door and Aaron entered.I didn't like him. To me, Aaron was arrogant and aloof. It irritated me that he didn't look at me. To call her a makeup artist was quite an understatement of her skills, since besides being able to make a temporary change to your looks, she could change your overall appearance. She was in her late fifties and had been laid off from a theater a year ago. Almost by an accident, Greg had heard about her, and we had been using her services ever since. I had heard that, now too, the local police and the feds used her services while working undercover. I let her know what I wanted now, and also. ”“What about him?” James asked, hooking a thumb over his shoulder towards the sleeping man in the interview room.“How long can you keep him in there? I’m thinking that I contact his bosses first and then, when we are ready, we can wake him up. Tell him that he fell down and hit his head or something, offer to reschedule the interviews. He’ll be confused, but I’m not real concerned about his mental health at this point.” Manning suggested, grinning at them.The quartet agreed that it sounded like. I gasp and almost cum again. You grab my hips, grounding me. “Not yet, love,” you say. I take a few deep breaths. I know it will be that much more amazing if I hold out. I lie on my back and you tie my hands over my head. You bend my knees, pushing them out, and tie them to the side of the bed. I have a little slack, not much. I can’t straighten my legs. You slide a pillow under my ass. You test it; you push my legs up a little. You whisper in my ear, “Mmm, perfect access to that juicy pussy.