Clarke: And if the country needs me, I’ll put on a uniform again.Agent [redacted]: What the country needs is for you to cooperate and explain how he...does what he does. He’s done some things since we apprehended him and if we can’t figure out how to control him, things could get ugly.Clarke: What has he done?Agent [redacted]: When he wouldn’t talk, we tried some non-standard interrogation techniques.Clarke: You mean torture.Agent [redacted]: No, not torture. We just roughed him up a. She smiled and said see it is big and I said I love it and took it in my mouth and started to lick and suck on it slowly. He was enjoying the sucking, but she had other ideas and said let’s go in the bedroom. We got up and walked into the bedroom and I lay down on the bed on my back and she got the idea and moved and had a seat on my face so I could lick and suck on her bald pussy. I put my legs in the air and reached down and spread open my ass and he got the idea and got between my legs and. “You’re so wet,” he said.I glanced down, I was wearing the panties where you could actually see my juices through the lace. He rubbed me through the panties, some of the strokes made the lace come into direct contact with my clit and it made me buck up. But it wasn’t quite enough to make me go over the edge.“Can we lose the panties?” he asked.I nodded and shimmed out of those too and I pushed up a bit higher on the bed, which was better. Another push and I’d be up to my nightstand drawer that. Our upper bodies, from the neck down, were shrouded in silk and completely hidden from the hordes in the bar. Who were probably too drunk to care anyway.She put her hands back between us but this time didn't grab me thorugh my jeans. Looking me straight in the eye she undid my belt, pulled the fly buttons open in one yank, stuck her hand into my boxers, and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She leaned into me, our foreheads together and she said, moaned, "Oh fuck I want this inside me.