V. and I was sitting slightly raised with my back against the headboard.The girls sat on each side of my legs, and after applying more lotion to their...hands, began to massage the tops of my feet and shins.On the screen, the red head had begun to undo the restraints and let the black haired woman down from the wooden support. Grabbing her be the hair, she led her over to a large bed covered in some sort of shiny, black sheets made of rubber or latex. With a shove she sent to girl sprawling. I did not want Myron doing his computer researches where Internal Affairs could sneak a peak. Myron Milton was a youngish, really nerdy-looking guy, and he was a sheer genius with computers and data acquisition. The raise and Christmas bonuses I’d gotten him, as well as his Goth girlfriend Mary, also a computer genius, were the main reasons the FBI and CIA could not persuade him to leave us and provide his considerable talents to them. ‘I’m tryin’ to tell ya.’ Myron said. ‘Teresa’s married name. Jeff flexed his thigh and ass muscles and continued his slow journey downward,inward - the solid length of his cock fucking into the depths of his mother's cunt. Heswallowed hard. His eyes bugged out in disbelief as he concentrated on the amazingsensation of her hot tight pussy walls as they enveloped his cock and slid along hislengthy prickshaft.He felt his thick cockhair coming in contact with the fine, damp bush of her pussy. Hefelt her cunt muscles flex and tug his cock. He felt his. She had a big smile on her face and Jon felt someone step into the earlyafternoon sun coming through the window on their right. The shadow fellonto Jon's face."There you ladies are," the voice of the shadow said."Glad you could make it, Todd." Melanie said.Jon felt his mouth go cotton dry. No way. Melanie wasn't doing this to himwas she? He watched her slide further into her side of the booth as Toddtook a seat. He had a strong jaw, sharp blue eyes and a tangle of darkhair. Jon remembered his.