I became hard without any prompting. Then he stuck a finger up inside my ass. I gulped hard. His finger felt huge compared to my own in there. It felt...awkward but I didn't want him to stop even though my ass tried to push him out. He removed his finger and smelled it. His face expression was enough and I could also smell my stink. He got up and washed his hands in the tiny bathroom off his bedroom. I heard him fumbling around in there. He came out with and enema. I followed him to the kitchen.. I searched his brain and found that he had no intention or interest in ever doing anything that ran counter to his boss' orders. From the looks of things, Overdorf was a lost cause.I fished around among the minds of the senior deputies and found one that looked promising. This was John Meyer and he had been recruited to run the intelligence operation. He was doing a good job, considering the situation, but he was being ignored every time he tried to tell Overdorf of something that he had. I don't want you to frighten the dog." All right," he said, and stepped into the house with her, closing the door carefully behind him. "I'll sit over there and wait." His cock was so hard now that it hurt him."You see," she said, still speaking softly. "I have to get Man hot before he'll do anything. This means I have to have his undivided attention. If you were in the room, it would confuse him until he gets going. Do you understand?" Tell me, Rose," he heard himself asking. "Have you done. Delicate thin lace panties are held on her hips only by the thinnest of strings, delicate bows on each hip, her front and back are decorated with tiny triangular panels of black lace. Marella turns to face John, her eyes perfectly calm, John’s eyes are full of confusion, lust, desire, need, panic, a disarray of feelings sweeping over and about him in a swirling whirlpool of temptation and torment. Marella calmly reaches out to undo John’s thick Italian shirt buttons and she feels the softness.