Mary looked after the woman bewildered.The woman spun on her heels.“And you didn’t ask how much it pays,” she grinned.“Two pounds a week plus ...ips,” the woman’s grin widened.Mary sat down again flummoxed.This time the woman kept walking.Mary was very nervous when she arrived at Chez Ami and even more so when she went inside. The place was imposing and very old, very British; lots of dark wood panelling, a long bar, a sitting room, a huge dining room with a stage running along one wall. There. I decided to accompany her to chennai as my match was only 3 days after and she is not in any mood to stay there. so we got into the bus and started to chennai. she wore light pink skirt with white sleeveless top and i could see her black bra.the bus started and to make her mood cheerful i started to talk something and she too was slowly getting out of that mood. she suddenly asked how her frnd ammy was looking in the new dress that was given as their jersy and i told that i did not watch her. I had asked her to let me up and she declined telling me to just let it go right there. As I felt it start to flow out of me I felt her hand grab my dick and start to direct it so I was pissing on her and myself and that was when I became aware that she also had started to piss on my chest. It took several seconds but after we had emptied our bladders on each other she had than position her soaked cunt over my face and began to lick my dick. I was hesitant at first but figured I might as well. The CIA Director, Alexander Logan, was sitting in the front passenger seat! I recognized the NSA Director, Arthur Sloan, who was sitting directly behind the driver. Then TJ started chuckling, “Wow! Gentleman, let me introduce our driver, Deputy Director Craig Hodgkins of the FBI. Along with him up front is Alexander Logan, the Director of the CIA and General Arthur Sloan, the director of the NSA. To what do we owe the honor of this momentous gathering?”Hodgkins chuckled, “We’ll be glad to tell.