....and they was finnished and sat down.My wife and I looked at each other, smiled and said "sure", plenty of room and firewood here. One of the guys ...sniffed...do I smell....huh, not to be unpolite but....can I.....he looked at the weedpipe...You are not cops, I persume...? They laughed. No no! He took a deep inhale...but we have big batons...they laughed..My wife giggled.Sorry, he said..that was unpolite...my wife reached out for the weedpipe....inhaled...giggled....unpolite? Why?The guy got. Several other potential FBI persons of interest or actual suspects in some nefarious plot were sitting nervously around the waiting room and I speculated right away that the entire area was under video and sound surveillance to glean additional background details on the visitors. That thought prompted me to sit somewhat at a distance from any other subjects and I made a point of keeping my mouth shut even when a pretty young thing smiled at me with a tentative look that was unmistakably. I am spinning out of control and don't care one bit. "Yes, you are going to suck my cock. And you are going to love it just like you did the other night," he says. That image goes through my brain, his big fucking cock seesawing between my lips. My cock throbs again. I bend down and slip my lips around both penis straws and take a sip. The band starts playing a good song, one with a heavy beat. I feel like dancing. I never feel like dancing. I start swinging my ass in time with the beat. I. Looked at Clair winked pulled her short pleated skirt up. "whats this! exclaimed Mr sparks. no knickers Sarah your in for ten of the best now young lady." as she bent over the desk her gorgeous pussy was saturated. she rested her head to the side and looked directly at Clair. who herself was now dripping wet. Mr sparks began the onslaught to Sarah's firm but tight little arse. Sarah bit her lip and gave out a slite moan of pure pleasure. as the tenth slap hit both cheeks she turned swivelled.