It was a little awkward between us, since the last time we talked was just after wed had sex. I wondered if he felt the same, but neither of us opened...our mouths until Pierce arrived to speak to us. Ok lads, theres an uneven number of boys and the fucking bleeding hearts on the commitee wont have a girl sharing a room with a boy. So the two of you get single rooms, to yourselves. He avoided my eye, and instead looked straight at Dave as he spoke. I appreciate what the two of you have done for. The battle for control left my hands shaking, but the gun ended up safely back in its box. Quickly I returned the papers and passports to their place, hiding the gun from sight below a reassuring weight of papers. As if maybe, if I covered the gun with enough fake documentation, the gun would become fake as well.I closed and locked the metal box and then replaced the shoe box lid over the top of it. It now looked like an ordinary shoe box surrounded by shoes – a perfect disguise.I pulled open. .." Molly bit her lip in concentration while continuing to stroke her professor's cock, concentrating for a moment on the tip. He groaned again, and produced more precum for her to lap up with her soft tongue. "Tell me, Mr. Fuller... Does your wife ever suck your balls?" Molly dipped her head down and, keeping one hand pumping up and down on his shaft, grabbed Ron's balls with her other hand, welcoming one into her eager mouth."Oh my g— No! She doesn't!" Ron seized up. Molly was nursing on one. Everyone else finally figured out who she was only because she had disappeared from the room about half an hour ago, and even then only a few of the attendees noticed her absence since everyone else was so engrossed in Mrs. Schroeder’s display. Otherwise, it was near impossible to recognize the masked figure that came into view. Ms. Firestone, an accomplished and wealthy businesswoman and a beauty even at the age of 52, wore a white latex gasmask that covered her whole head and revealed nothing.