" She couldn't believe what he was saying so casually."Miss Zoë," the interrogator said, laughing with and slapping the watching officer fondly on th... back, "I am in charge, as far as you should be concerned."His manner then changed."Undress now you fucking white cow or I'll personally castrate your husband long before he reaches the prison."Zoë looked at Jon he was shaking his head but was completely helpless, outside there were gun shots and screams. The airport was starting to disintegrate. No way! I can’t have some girl jack me off as she rows her pink canoe! Well maybe I can. This is going to be a long drive. Not sure how that proves my honesty. I will never understand women.After staring off into space she asked, “You got any rubbers? I mean your junk is kind of small for them. Still, salty fluids and electronics don’t mix.”I told her I thought I had some in my laptop bag.Before I could reach for it she said, “Good to know.”She didn’t ask me to get one out or even have it ready. I wandered into the study and was staring at my screen-saver, when I saw Rachel's reflection."It's Winnie. She's having a reception on Sunday afternoon and wants to know whether we can come." Sure. But ask about dress." Rachel nodded and wandered away. She did an enormous amount of walking in a small flat."Coat but no tie, she says. 1500 on Sunday. Officially, it's 1430, but she said we should be 'fashionably late.' Artists and museum patrons. She said you can tell them apart by the haircuts. I drew it gently into my mouth while reaching behind her caressing her apple shaped ass. I squeezed her cheeks and the began to explore her ass crease. My finger had just reached her little pink rosebud when she cried out, “Sarah, he’s touching my asshole!” Sarah, who had been watching us while lazily stroking her tits sat upright and in no uncertain terms said, “ Tom, leave it alone. Her ass is for another time. She hasn’t been properly stretched yet.” I took her admonishment to heart, not.