While she was pleasuring my cock with her mouth, her fingers were going to work on my balls, gently teasing and tugging them, lightly stroking them wi...h her long nails. But my mind was somewhere else.Despite the tangy taste of her twat, my tongue was longing to take a turn at that tight temptation against which my nose was tapping as I tongue-fucked her tender teenage snatch. I bent my neck, and kissed her plump little Asian butt cheeks, enjoying the contrast of her smooth softness against my. ." Jeff continued.Art interrupted to say, "Oh, I know quite well who Moreau is, thanks to Hope." The young agent stood staring at Nichols for a few seconds more, then sat without saying anything. "Why?" he finally asked, his voice tight.Nichols shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Do you suppose I could have some of that coffee now?" he asked, meekly, looking at Jeff."I'll handle it," Art said, getting up to get a cup for Nichols.A couple moments later, Art returned to put the cup in front of. She motioned for him to come over and kneel in front of her and bury his tongue in her extremely wet pussy. Fallon moved to where she could get a clear view of ALL he was doing to her. Roarke was about to have his way with her when she suddenly stopped. She got up and went to the bed motioning for him to follow. He understood all at once and his cock bounced happily in anticipation. He did not expect her to tell him to get down in front of her though, but when realization dawned he was more. The Handler and those in the know, which was all but the lowest in the place, all feared the consequences. It had never happened before. She needed a submissive, not the near laughter and “do your worst” attitude that came naturally with his phenomenal physical strength and alpha male personality. The Handler had thought long and hard about this uppity fucker and had a few ideas up his evil sleeve. Yes, boy, he was going to enjoy your body, your sexy, muscular, totally fucking dominant male.