Instead,dear Lord, forgive me, it made me horny. It made me horny with shame, hornywith humiliation and pure desire to be fucked. I heard the clicking...sound mobilephones make when taking pictures. I wanted this. I turned my head back so David could get a picture of my face wet from water.Wet from stale male piss. I looked over my shoulder, back at him, as he wastaking another picture, his left hand slowly stroking his erect penis. I waswet, my cunt dripping with the desire to be fucked. I. Warmth was an understatement, this cock was hot. Its owner must have been pumping blood into it for a while now. Maybe he watched the previous performance. I know I would have if I had known that the woman had been blindfolded.This had to be him, it had to be.I sucked his cockhead into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around on it and made sure it never left the confines of my lips. I savoured every nuance, every movement, every change in presentation. Its heat never stopped as I sucked it further. “Okay, like he said, we have our marching orders. Officially, we don’t have a time limit, but he basically is giving us a couple of weeks to get the fat bastard back in our custody. Once we do that, I don’t think he will be our problem for much longer. It seems the spooks in the Pentagon want to ask the man a few questions of their own.”“Alright, then. Where are we with identifying the late-night visitor to the home of our head of security?”“Sorry, sir. No matches -- even with the good pictures. “They really did call them and Peggy said it was okay by her as she has always wanted to try something like this.” Every man there had to call his wife and I guess they all said the same thing. I looked at the other guys, and we all nodded in agreement. “Just what are you saying?” asked Gary . “That De and I want to be little sluts for all of you men,” his wife answered, looking him right in the eye. “You’ve always said you wanted to.