As he began to rub my cock he began to grind his leather crotch on my leather ass. I could feel the zippers sorta catching on each other as the leathe... rubbed up against each other. After about 15 minutes I was extremely horny but no where near coming so I told him. "Can't you hurry this up?" Sure he said and with that I felt him begin to unzip the back of my pants. "What are you doing" I asked him. He told me he knew a way to manually stimulate the prostate with one finger and he guaranteed it. I laughed and hung up. I turned around and Tom had his pants down and his cock was hard. I smiled and got on my knees. This time I started trying to enjoy and get more out this part of the experience. He simply moaned and hunched my mouth. A little over five minutes later he was cumming. This time his cum was a little thinner but he still pumped it out. I milked his cock one or two times more before I let go. When he got up to leave he told me that he wanted to make this at least once a. Wilkes showed up after June’s ultimatum. “Well Rogers, you are deep in the shit again,” agent Wilkes commented.“It appears that way,” I replied. “I do assure you, we had nothing to do with your men losing Eddie Archer.”“If you did have something to do with it, that was a brilliant plan,” he said.“Well, I’m not that smart,” I replied. “You know that.”“No I don’t know that. But I will take your word for it. However, we are going to release you in the morning,” he said. We will drive you home. You. My legs were weak. I came again into his comforter. He heard me orgasm and reached down, grabbing my flat tummy after feeling the juices all over my thong. “That’s fucking hot.” He grunted. He pulled out and snapped the condom off. He was tired. He was coated in alcoholic sweat. He collapsed on the foot of his bed, panting. “I’m so sorry.” He covered his face in shame. I felt so bad for him. I crawled over and sucked him a bit but he stopped me. “You okay?” I felt the most feminine I’d ever.