"Boy!" the swarthy merchant Ober says, marching into the shop. "Any sales while I was out?" No, sir," you answer in respond, bowing your head."Empty y...ur pockets. I need to see you haven't stolen anything," Ober demands."But...!" you say in protest, before Ober raises his studded beating cane."I said empty them!"You hurry to empty your pockets, revealing them empty. Satisfied, Ober pushes you away from the counter."Hmpf. Get away, your ugly mug must've been scaring away the customers," he says. Rachel could see the tip of Tom’s cock poking out from between Kirsty’s groin and hand and although she had not been instructed to get actual footage of genitals, she zoomed in.Things were getting heated between the pair and Tom lifted Kirsty ever so slightly and drew back his hips.Kirsty knew what Tom was planning and she welcomed the fact that he was taking the initiative, to help she raised herself even more and pushed Tom’s cock back with her hand so that it split her pussy lips.Tom pushed. When that was all done, he started laughing quietly to himself until he was laughing at the top of his lungs. It was so ironic that it was he of all people who was now a spy. That it would be him who would bring down the League. He was fully aware that he had been brainwashed, that the strange emails were just a trigger. The completely meaningless answers had been hidden in his programming and were only proof that he was under control. Even his mind could not possibly have sent the correct. I immediately went down on Mr. Red Shirt’s five inch dick. It got nice and hard in a hurry and the head was noticeably larger than the somewhat thin shaft. I liked that. Our matchmaker jacked himself and watched for a while and then slipped out of the booth. This time we locked the door so we could really engage in something hot.I sucked on that nice, hard dick, going all the way down to his trimmed pubes. He did the same for me, trying really hard to swallow my entire length. When we.