Only Cathy's phone was switched on, it turned out, and someone had left a text message. Amy, most likely. Well that text wasn't going to be read any t...me soon... Kevin felt gloriously devious as the phone flickered off and he dropped it back into Cathy's bag.'Tommy, where are you?' one of the girls was calling above the roar of the water. 'On my way!' he shouted back with relish, already stripped to the waist and divesting himself of everything else, a man on that most serious of missions. He. “You taste wonderful,” I managed as I sucked the juice from her. “And you suck so perfectly Chris. I can see Kevin is going to be very happy.” Kevin interrupted quietly as he continued rubbing his hand firmly over my satiny shaft. “May I have a taste?” My cock twitched with the thought of my wife putting her cunt covered fingers in his mouth. “I think you deserve a little reward for being such a help to my husband. Don’t you Chris?” “Oh yeah, I think that would be fine.” I was still turned away. She enters and sees an array of electronic equipment. A female tech hustles all of the males out and places the listening device on her torso. Then tests the thing and pronounces it "fully functional" and calls the detective.Without preamble he begins the brief, "Listen carefully Cheryl, the perpetrator arrived at the cabin forty seven minutes ago. All the monitoring equipment is inside and functioning normally. Once you are inside we need to hear a demand for any act of fornication. And it. Other drivers were separating them, trying to prevent an all out brawl. A small giggle escaped my lips and Mr. M glared at me suspiciously before returning his attention to the small group of men who appeared to be fighting over him. I walked over to them and asked which driver was Jacque. An older, stockier man stepped forward, holding his calloused hand out to me. ‘Jacque Dupuis, Madame’ he graciously introduced himself and grabbed my hand. Instead of shaking my hand, as I expected, he.