Kelly licked around my mouth, cleaning me like a cat cleans her kittens. When she finished with my face, Kelly got off the desk. She knelt on the floo...r, cleaning my cock with the same tenderness she used while cleaning my face.We left the study. I stopped in the bathroom to wash my hands while Kelly used the toilet. Kelly and I went to the great room and snuggled on the couch until her fondling had me hard again. While I sat on the couch, Kelly mounted me. She faced me, using her hand to guide. “Julie Amos but she goes by Jones, don’t laugh there really are some people named Jones.” she stated with a smile in her voice.“What’s her claim to fame, besides being Marshall’s wife,” I suggested.“You did listen to the introduction. Her father is a politician,” she said.“I don’t much like politicians,” I admitted.“Seems like I heard that somewhere. Be nice to her he can help us,” she said.“If she needs special treatment, you need to send someone else. I don’t do that,” I said.“I said be nice. He started to talk dirty to me as he ran his fingers through my hair and fucked my throat, telling me I was a slut, calling me a cocksucker, and that he knew a whore like me wanted him to cum in my mouth. I pulled off his cock long enough to lick and suck his balls and beg him to feed me his cum. He slipped his hand down the back of my panties as I continued sucking his cock, I could feel his finger push against my pussy then slide knuckle deep past my outer ring. He fingered me first with one. Not so bad was that the military radars are generally tuned to frequencies which give a long range. Those frequencies bounce off metal well, but not off flesh. Airfields which are having bird strike problems often have to set up dedicated bird radars to detect flesh. They're very short range, and I made a strong mental note to approach all military airfields at very low altitude in the future, preferably on foot or bicycle. I'd been lucky that I'd biked to Andrews AFB. I had no idea whether.