She was smiling as my piss finally ran out. Hers had already stopped. She pulled her bathrobe around her, covering her tits and belly. “Now, let’s...do something about those drips” she said, pulling me closer and taking my dick in her mouth. I began to harden very quickly as she rolled her tongue round my dick.I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting my piss. I turned her round and lifted her bathrobe. I put my hands between her legs and felt the warm piss on her cunt hair and down her. I was finally able to tape her phone conversation with the next-door neighbor, making plans to meet him at the Red Roof Inn over by I75. I think it's over in your direction, isn't it?"Bill nodded his head and said, "I know the place. I see their sign every time I drive to work, or when I go back home."Jason continued, "I never did get anything from the cameras, but I was able to use the information on the audio recording so that I could be waiting there to get film of the two of them going into. He was a professor who studied air pressure at TIT — Tokyo Institute of Technology. I can't think of a more boring topic but apparently, he was very interesting to several government officials.Abdulatem was working with a biologist and they discovered a way to make concussive force grenades. They were non-lethal and did not use any form of projectile but could render an area of people unconscious for some time. I didn't read the details — I couldn't care less about that — but his partner's name. The next days and weeks were more of the same. I learned my way around well enough, and got to know my co-workers (there were others besides the first night crowd). David, it turned out, was married with a baby on the way; Widu, James explained when I asked, was his notion of an African king's name.As the others became more settled with me in their midst, I was included in some of their conversations; at times they went beyond general and conversational to bawdy, and then to blue.One evening, I.