I turned and looked up the stairs. He was poking his head around the corner of his room, looking down on me. He asked me in a stage whisper, "Are Dad ...nd Jenna in the van?" "Yes, baby," I told him. "We're running late. What is it?" "I wanted you to see something, if it's okay?" he said quietly, but he didn't move. I was in a hurry, knowing that my husband was waiting in the street. "What is it, Greg? We're running late." I asked him in a rush. He stepped around the edge of the door. He was. He could hear the activity outside his office, yet no one disturbed him. He felt bad about having all of the agents locked up for the next few days. A knock on the door to his office interrupted his musings. He said, “Come in.”One of the newer agents came into the room struggling with a cot. He said, “Here’s your cot sir.”John looked at the cot and then at the agent for a minute. He asked, “Did they put you in charge of sleeping arrangements?”“Yes, sir.”John reached into his wallet and pulled. You bark at me to get in the back. I move to the back and lay down. It’s a good thing that the van has plenty of room in the back. You mount your soaking cunt on my face, and I attack you with my mouth. I am licking your wetness and your lips. I suck each of your lips, and then head for your clit. I can’t see exactly what you’re doing, but I can imagine that your licking your lips before you begin to lick my cock like it’s the most delicious treat you’ve ever had. You alternate between licking. Come on now.” His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all things.“What’s…up?” mutters the face sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and grabs Dennis too.This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all night, that he’s blacked out, he’s drunk, he’s high, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he needs to leave and not come back ever..