In the morning I awoke to find he was still in his bed beside me. I sat up, still nude of course to see my clothes discarded to the side on the floor,... and I sat semi-prose trying to piece together the events, but somehow could not get past the champagne at 1pm in the afternoon, the rest was just a blur, and I felt sick in my stomach, how many men had taken advantage of the lax in my social skills?'You want some black coffee girl'?I turned to see my old neighbour with a look of triumphalism in. My wife was on the bed as he straddled over top of her face. He said to her, “You want me to fuck you again, don‘t you?”He slammed his cock into her mouth before she had answered him. She sucked his cock for several minutes as he reached back and began to finger her pussy at the same time. “You want this big cock back inside you again don’t you?” he said to her.“Come on baby beg me to fuck you again!” he told her.He continued to finger her wet pussy as she began to squirm about the bed. A few. After the waiter cleared the table and brought weak coffee, the Senators started fishing.“How long were you following the Harrisburg group?” Senator Casey asked.Senator Casey was one of the senior members on the Senate’s terrorism committee and an ardent supporter of the task force.“You do know that this conversation is classified and if there any leaks, there are only four people I have to look for,” I said.“Yes, we understand and we know you take few prisoners,” the Senator replied.“That’s. Jenny and I exchanged an incredulous glance and then stood up to inspect her more closely. She welcomed our exploration, giggling as we moulded our hands to her soft curves. My fingers gripped the metal flange and her eyes flickered in response as I slowly rotated in within its tight abode."Let's go upstairs," she urged.We followed and watched as she lay face down on the bed. She carefully removed the plug and cast me a pleading look."Vanessa, is it what you really want?" I asked.