All to damage morale in the general populace.”“Did he mention any names of people he was spying on?” I asked.“Yeah, Sir, he sure did. I brough... his file up in case you asked.” He pushed a Manila wrapped file an inch thick across the table. “You’re welcome to look through it. Can’t let you take any of it away with you, though, I’m afraid. I’m pretty familiar with the contents if you want to ask me any questions.”“What was he specifically working on at the time he disappeared?”“Nazi sympathisers. That gave me an excuse to go down to the boathouse and look around again. The progress was substantial. First, the yard below the house had been sectioned off like a county fair midway. Blocks were laid out for various food providers and entertainment stalls, even one for clown makeup. The boathouse itself had been pressure-washed and a crew was laying drop cloths for the painters. Inside, I was pleased to see a crew working on the houseboat. Sheila had told me it was silly calling it a. I had barely set my body in position when I suddenly felt his cock head pierce my hot opening and slid quickly inside me. I could tell he was eager to get at it and he wasted no time pounding my ass deep and steady. Within a few minutes he was moaning with ecstasy and his thrusting rate increased for a brief instant before he gave a final thrust forward, releasing his load as far up my ass as possible. His cock pulsing to fire off all that cum into my body. He finally pulled away so that he. She was able to find a couple of strings and several dribbles before he was dry and she wiped all sides of him through the goo rubbing it into her skin and hair. She made sure nothing was lost by washing its entire length and breadth with her tongue before standing in front of him.“Your turn now, big b*o.” she said coyly.“You bet.” he said, “I thought you’d never ask.”Chris threw himself to the floor facing up to her fanny. She placed one hand over it and straddled his face. She lowered.