“Oh shit.” Came the cry then a few juddering lunges. I knew he had finished. The slimy covered cock slipped out, and the guard grabbed the youth. ...��Back on your knees.” The teen wobbled a moment before falling. He never had any chance as the cock was pushed in his before could react. Not deep but just enough. “Clean me you fucking faggot cock whore.”I watched in shock as his mouth slowly slid up and down the cum stained cock. Now I was terrified."What is your name?" The guard asked, pulling up. She massaged inside me, driving me crazy. The pressure and the constant torture from her fingers were too much to handle. I suddenly felt myself orgasming on her hand. I felt totally overcome, I nearly lost my balance, and placed my hand on the agents shoulder for support. She looked wickedly up at me. “Ma’am that could be considered assault of a government agent. I think we’re going to have to do some more inspections to make sure you aren’t a criminal.” “Sean?” she called back, “You want to. It's not that he doesn't ever want to, just never as often anymore, I guess he is just slowing down. He used to practically attack me as he walked through the door when he got home. Now he just seems tired all the time and his lovemaking has become a bit mechanical. Like he is doing it more for my benefit and that he could take it or leave it. He used to send me things during the day that he knew would turn me on. Like photos he had found online of things he wanted us to try or just kinky. Al sound of the shutter going off every time I take a picture. “Excellent” it was so awesome, messing with them like that, they knew I took the pictures with the phone, but what else am I doing, I can almost feel their ears straining to listen and take in what’s happening. > First thing, send the pics to my phone, and here they come. My phone makes a beep indicating a text message. “wow, you actually said that in a message to someone?” I say out loud as I go through the phone, and “look at.