I said as much to Mr. Smith."I was afraid of that, but I wasn't sure," he muttered to himself."He a terrorist, or criminal?" I asked curiously."I'm af...aid that what he is, or was, is classified. Thanks for trying though, I appreciate it," Smith said, while putting his photo away.He got up and left the room leaving me to my own devices. I made my way to the office I had been assigned. Eric had been seconded to another team, and was out doing HS business. As I was now an 'office worker', it was. “What is this, Garrigan?” I counted the holes in the ceiling tiles over her head. “It’s a jockstrap, Chen.” “A jock…?” “An athletic supporter?” She looked at me blankly for a second, before her eyes widened in recognition. She drew a breath. “Ohhhhh.” “Yeah, so how ‘bout you put that back where you found it.” Chen curled her fingers to form a petite fist and pushed it into the ribbed cotton pouch. “So this is where your…” “YES.” I leaned forward, snatching the stretchy material out of her. {{Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, }} interjected Rex, a great Dane. One of two owned by widow Crenshaw.{{Yeah! With all of our masters out to work and such there's just nothing to do, }} was Shep's reply.{{Ain't that the truth, }} this came from King, widow Crenshaw's other Dane.{{Find anything interesting to do today?}} Asked King.{{Not a thing, }} replied Shep.{{Well I did have a bit of fun with a pussy earlier, }} interjected Hotdog.{{Really?}} Inquired King. {{How was it?}}{{How do you. "suck it"!Kristen did as she was told.the woman was now straddling Kristen's body, with her ass in Kristen's face.she had her finger between Kristen's legs massaging her her clit,then she spit on Kristen's pussy and slid her finger inside,making her body twitch once again.Kristen started to moan as if she was liking the attention she was getting from these strangers.she lifted her hips off of the table and moaned even louder when she felt the woman's tongue enter her moist cunt.the man moved in.