Hel....Hello..." you stammer, blown away by the beauty of yourartwork. She stares at you, wide eyed with fear."Who... who are you? What... where..." s...he stutters, looking you up anddown. "What's going on?!" I, uh..." You blush, holding up the pencil. "I'm your artist - I gaveyou... er... brought you to life."She looks at the pencil, back at you, then back to the pencil. A look ofrealization and understanding flashes in her eyes, which quickly furrowand glare at you."Yes," she says in a low. So, why don’t you get comfortable because you are not leaving here until I am fully satisfied beyond a reasonable doubt that you’re either innocent or guilty of all your indictments?”Farah held fast and tight to her convictions, “I’m not saying anything to you Agent Murphy except I haven’t done any of those things you are accusing me of.”Tom said, “Well, I think that if you talk to me and that perhaps if you convince me of your innocence in the part you played several weekends ago that perhaps. That is definitely enough of even thinking about that place now. I have much better things to slowly luxuriate over for the next couple of stolen hours. One more week and my raven haired temptress from the west will have time off at the same time as me and is coming to visit. (Excited stamp of feet and jump with glee.) Not, you understand, that I have been counting off the hours, even thinking about this now sends a tingle into my sex and has done over these last weeks, sometimes in. Now I’m trying to get as much pleasure out of these guys as they seem to be getting out of me. My next orgasm is nearly upon me but I try to hold back until the cock in my mouth is ready to blow. Just as I can’t hold back any longer the guy in mouth calls out, “Fuck. Can’t hold back. I’m gonna blow!” and with his words I relax my own tenuous control and let my second orgasm in less than five minutes wash over me as I feel his hard cock twitch in my mouth and his hot cum fire into my mouth and.