"I'm investigating a series of killings over here for CSIS." Oh, yeah. The one who killed that judge and the member of parliament and the Toronto coun...cilperson. We caught wind of that over here. Tied 'em to chairs and lobbed off their pricks, right? Nasty shit!" Yes," Bahn agreed."So, how can we be of help?" One of our RC's has turned up a lead that our killer just may be from the states." What? A serial killin' Yank who has a hard-on for Canucks?"Bahn laughed. "Something like that. Your. "Don't worry," Lana assured them. "I just spilled some nacho and he's cleaning it up." A girl walked by holding her boyfriend's arm. She tugged on him to get him to look at what I was doing to Lana and told him that she wanted him to do that to her tonight.I was bobbing my head, pushing my tongue in and out of Lana's butthole when a cute female worker came up to Lana and said, "Can I have your autograph? You are such and inspiration to me. As Lana was signing, I stood up and pushed against her. I didn't know... your chest, your arms," she stammered, as her eyes roamed over my heaving body."Let me see you," I said, placing a hand on each shoulder and then moving them over her back and arms and sides and bare stomach, testing the muscles under her skin, and finally feeling the tremor that coursed through her as I slid my hand over her skin under her belly button. Kneeling before her I grasped each leg in turn, slowly running my hands over her calves, her quads, her hamstrings and then. I was fascinated by how white my wife looked when her hands touched his skin here and there.When Calvin lost the next hand, my wife dropped to her knees and slowly pulled his underwear down his legs. Calvin's black cock was rock hard and I don't think I've ever seen a cock so big. When it popped out into the open, it looked to be at least eleven inches long and tremendously thick.My wife stammered something as she stood up, never taking her eyes off his pulsing black meat. My wife, in a shaking.