To a tiny amount of people, who on entering the establishment knew to ask; “Perchance do you have anything on fencing?” and who were led through t...e stacks which smelt of athleticism gone to seed and fishing tackle not sufficiently dried before being packed away forever. It was a front for department X (A nominal though that no-one was entirely sure represented the letter itself or a Roman numeral.) of; Her most Britannic Majesty’s Secret Service. To almost no-one though it was “the Bureau”. She bent at the waist, raising her ass to me as we continued to take pleasure from each other. She started murmuring softly but I didn’t understand what she was saying so I leaned down and put my head next to hers. She turned her face to me and our lips met briefly then she said through gasps and soft shivers “You are the third guy that’s fucked me since -ssss- yesterday, first Ross, then Bob and now you. I like —mmmmm— the attention.”She started to huff deeper breaths as I lifted off her. Scott’s cock had finally decided to descend to somewhere around half-mast, so it was safe to drop the towel and try to get his underwear on. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the red cotton thong he had packed today. ‘Thank god for the International Male and Undergear catalogs.’ Scott thought to himself. ‘Some of the best underwear on the planet.’ After getting his suit on, and making sure his hair looked all right, Scott did a final check to make sure he had everything he needed on his. Read it and you’ll see what I mean...—————————————————————————-What would you do?The first thing I would do is make you strip down very slowly. I want to watch you expose each fat part of your body slowly, finally standing there completely naked. I would squeeze that fat gut like I was kneading dough. Try to wrap my hands around your giant thighs. Bounce those flabby ass cheeks. Trace my fingers up and down your fat stretch marks.Then SMACK right on those titties. They fly all over the place.