But what she really wanted to know was why two - three? - Homeland Security people wanted to talk to her.The Latino guy spoke again: "Jarrel Rohr: inv...stigation agent, Homeland Security."OK, three of them then, but why? Why was an HS team breathing down her neck? OK then, two guys in an investigation team were breathing down her neck and also inspecting her own bustline as though it might explode. Elisabeth fought down a panicky urge to giggle: a 36C bra packed with plastic explosive could do. "Listen Hannah, I really want to get this assignment finished. If you are free tonight, you could come around my house. My parents are both at work so we would be able to concentrate better." "Yeah, sounds great!" Once again I was filled with mixed emotions. "Okay, cool. Well pass me your phone so I can put in my number, and I'll text you my address later." I passed her my phone. She tapped away and then passed it back. Then she passed me her's and I put my number in. I had never seen a phone. He grabbed my hair runninghis hands through it helping me keep my head on his erect penis. As Isucked I ran my fingers up and down his chest then down his leg reachinghis inner thigh. I could feel him reaching a climax as he arched hisback and started to groan. He came in my mouth shooting his load deepdown my throat. I kept on sucking until he stopped pulsating. Then Islowly and sexily removed my mouth from his softening cock.I moved up to his head and gave him a kiss. I then got my body. Perhaps something has happened and ... she told herself, but the thought had no more than surfaced when there was that impatient pounding on the front door.She opened the door a crack and her heart sank to see that it was indeed her father-in-law, reeking of alcohol and looking for some "entertainment".Her head hung n dejection, Marsha opened the door and stood aside so Norman might enter.But instead he stood expectantly. "Well?" he asked gruffly.Marsha had hoped he would have forgotten his.