It kept rolling ... it reached the very end of the countertop. My heart pounded inside my chest."Whew!" The sigh erupted when the bottle miraculously ...stopped. My head shot up; the car door had slammed. "Oh no, I better hurry," I gasped. My sweaty fingers slipped as I frantically tried to unscrew the cap, but after wiping them on my thigh I opened the bottle and poured the contents into a tablespoon. My mouth opened wide, exaggeratingly so, and then my lips closed around the metal. The spoon. We had sex at least two or three times a day. My handler had no idea I was doing it, my superiors had no idea I was doing it. He could have held me down and raped me, tortured me, done anything he wanted to me. I realised I had to do it though. He had information that would lead to dozens of arrests, save untold numbers of lives from misery." Except this isn't some low-life drug dealer. You want to get close to someone who is probably the most dangerous man in this country. Maybe this entire. Odette got on her knees and started measuring my hips. She was close enough to be able to smell my wet dirty crotch. She even wiped her finger across my uncovered vulva. She smelled her finger, while smiling up at me. Then she insisted that I put on a crotch shield before trying on some other panties she had selected for me. I took off the red catsuit and Odette helped me roll down the brand new panties; adjusting the crotch shield. She used her finger to stuff the shield between my labia and. Even though covered by her panties that were soaked around her pussy, her swollen labia were pushing hard against the fabric and their outline was clearly visible. I could see moisture starting to run down her thighs. As moved her ass back towards my cock, I reached out, and with my fingers, pulled her brief panties aside, now fully exposing her pussy, that same pussy that my pulsating cock had been longing all day to explore. With my hands on her hips, I guided her into position, and at first.