When I had cum I looked across the parking lot and saw that Rob's car was still there also. Would he have a wet patch in his shorts to match mine?“I...think it's safe for me to drive home now. I hope that you can wait till we get home for the orgasm that I owe you?”“Yes, Of course. You do realise that there is a wet patch in the front of your shorts?”“If what you told me is accurate, Reg should have a similar wet patch. I hope that you are right.”Inside my flat Rob and I looked at each other and. It was pointed right at him; I didn’t blame him. He squeezed my cheeks and gave me some playful spanks while I slowly bobbed my head up and down Mr. Chapman’s thick shaft. Since Dion’s cock warmed up my throat, it didn’t take me long to get my man nice and deep, just the way he liked it. Then, to my surprise, Dion’s hand slid up my thighs and between my legs where he used all four fingers to massage me over the fabric of my panties.I involuntarily let out a moan which vibrated onto Mr.. She took a small step back and looked him in the eye."You know, I always did like your dick, so big and brown. Tell me,Domy, is it still big or is it shriveling up into your nut sack rightabout now?" She appreciated the banter, even if he didn?t."Bitch is tripping, Major," said the corporal down the line. "Don?tlisten to her she just trying to get in your head and shit," he added."What are you playing at lady?" Byrne said looking right into Asta?seyes."Well, several things, I should think. . ? ?Good.? The picture on the first page of the dossier was that of an American woman, or to be more accurate, girl. She was only 22, her name, Stacey Duvall. A leggy female, not unlike Irina herself, though her hair was bright blond and curled. She had thoughtful blue eyes, and the figure of a model. Irina decided to start with the woman, because they were more difficult to break. Most people assumed men were stronger, but it was only because they used the wrong techniques..