One security guard is checking every lunch cooler by hand.“I swear this line moves even slower than airport security” Cindy complained.I don’t k...ow much about airport security lines, but the salacious stares from the men around us make me uncomfortable.“Maybe we should leave just a few minutes early the rest of the week”. I suggest.I’m relieved when Cindy responds, “Sounds like a good plan.”After 20 minutes, that seemed to last hours, standing in line, we are finally through security and see. He had wanted to kiss me back at the bus station too. I shook the thought away before it consumed my mind. I was getting hungry, so instead of cooking, I decided to order out. We agreed on pizza. I asked how his trip was, and he said it was exhausting, but everything went smoothly. He was lucky that everything had gone as it should have his first time taking Greyhound. Half an hour later, the pizza arrived, and we ate. We made small talk, just talking about whatever came to our minds. I had. Behind her was a man in a black suit and tie, the whole bodyguard/ servant, carrying a briefcase. The last two men who entered was of course Sven and one of the other guards hired to boost my security as well as replace the guards killed in the shootout.Ignoring the guards I put my attention on the mother and daughter and introduced myself as if no one knew me already. Making the introductions I linked to the mother feeling the panic she felt for her daughter and the money she was willing to. “I think he wants it”, the short one said. “Come on then, suck”!I sucked his dick as hard as I could, running my tongue around his fleshy member. There was no taste but I could feel him growing. He rammed it in and out of my mouth as the tall male just stood back and watched. I sucked him off for a couple more minutes and I swear I tasted his pre-cum; a salty taste that made me swallow and suck more to try to get rid of it.“That’s enough of that, get him up on that bench”, ordered the tall.