" Sir," interrupted the one called McGaskill, "I understand you were in Spain during the troubles there?" 'Oz' nodded, confused. He had a natural dist...aste for anonymous Ministry men and Staff Officers. They always brought trouble and bullshit. "Tell me," McGaskill continued, "while you were there, did you meet Mr Antonov-Ovseenko by any chance?" No, sir!" 'Oz' replied, clearer. Antonov-Ovseenko was Russian Consul in Barcelona and the GPU's main man in Spain. Everybody there knew of him. If. " If you can't win on logic, just turn up the rhetoric, that's my motto."I'm sure you'll do just fine, honey. Nightie-night." Nightie-night."So that's how I found myself pacing back and forth in the bedroom a few nights later, waiting for the phone to ring. Cindy was sitting in the comfortable French armchair with a slightly amused expression on her face, leafing through a magazine. She was still dressed up from our earlier activities that evening, wearing a short black cocktail dress set off. Then we completed our project within no time and submitted it and got a great response from the us based company and got the best team award everyone congratulated us and our project group is hugging each other in the same way I was hugging my team lead but the tightness from mam side I was again in confusion but I got the green signal and she said that this is because of you, so we planned a party in the night at pub, everyone thought of the dress code and fixed with black and bid bye to. I didn't speak, but neither did she."Oh, some hot step-mother/son love is hot, but I'm not looking at his schlong though." Good, Brendan, you like that kind of porn?" Yes, I do." I know you didn't get to feel my lips on your cock, Ralph, would you like to feel them down on it now?" she asked before a gap. "Oh, your mouth is wide open now, you must love the idea," she brought up, continuing to stroke my dick.I had to angle my head back and wiggle a bit as she made me feel so much better with.