Not only that but it seemed that Jenny was now quite often being the first one to bring up the various ‘kinky’ scenarios in bed. She quite happily... ‘re-played’ the scene (from memory?) where the Scottish pub landlord had watched her masturbating on CCTV in his beer garden. (This was despite the fact it had never actually happened, but Jen still didn’t know that.) A firm favourite was her teasing that young Loch Ness boatman and letting him get a good look at her cunt, which she admitted she had. "You have run out of questions," Into said."But we want to know..." said the SAC."He doesn't know," Into repeated."He HAS to know," said the fourteen."Why?" The Tug belongs to him," said a minion."That makes Eels Tuobro his employee," said another."Employers should know what their employees are doing," said a third.Into said, "You're sure about that?" Yes!" exclaimed the fourteen."Mildred Johnson works for the Bureau ... what is her assignment?" How should we know?" Employers should know what. .. GGGURC," she gaged as her orgasm hit. Her attempt at wordsstifled as she deepthroated his cock with widened eyes in anticipationof her prize that was inescapably coming next.Within seconds the sights, sounds, and sensations were simply too muchfor the man to hold back any longer. In what could only be described asan explosion, his balls quivered, slapped against her chin, and amassive stream of hot sticky cum filled her throat... its force eruptingfrom her mouth so violently that it blasted. Since it was their last day on the tour, AFI signed as many things as possible and posed for countless pictures, Hunter pulling Moria into several of those taken with him in them, Davey doing the same with Robbin. Finally, they were able to break away as the crowd dispersed, heading home. AFI had been the last act of the day. The band and the girls headed over to where the BBQ was being held and mingled with everyone, the guys saying their good-bye’s and recounting memories. It was a short.