By the time I had finished, my little buddy was wide awake himself, and I struggled to remember where the twins were that day.I glanced at the time an...d found they had they let me sleep in."Shit, they've never let me sleep this late. I wonder what's wrong?" I mutter to myself as I slipped over to the edge of the bed and got up on my feet.As I walked to the door, I started to realize how quiet the place seemed. When I mean quiet, I don't just mean sounds, but symbols too. It felt as if the entire. I could tell that her body had not yet settled back down. I let go of one of her legs and slid my cock down her crack and into it’s home. Each movement caused a shutter. As my cock split her she wrapped her legs around my back, her strong thighs holding me in so I couldn’t move. She tightened then relaxed the muscles inside her tomb, holding my cock tight in place, then let it slide out slightly. She pushed herself up, relaxed her leg vice around my waist and allowed me to start my slow. One magazine published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famous cock in the world was also the most sexy. The shaft looked so hard and it had ridges that would feel fabulous to any cocksucker’s tongue and that head---it was like a slanted mushroom that melded smoothly to the shaft.I watched all of his videos. Every. Single. One. Some of them I watched dozens of times. I also found printed articles and loved the pictures and stories and those with his interviews and . . . I. Their patience or lack thereof, made no difference to me, because they were going to wait until Jim Bell told me it was safe to abide by their wishes."Hey, Miss Annette," I said cheerfully when she answered the phone at Jim's office. "There are two well dressed, well-armed, and rather impatient fellows identifying themselves as agents of the United States Department of Justice, who claim they were sent to give me a ride into your office. Neither Jim nor Colleen happened to mention this fact.