But it was a show. The purpose was not sex, but rather a sting to give the opposition opportunity to blackmail me into revealing E Section’s secrets....The sting worked. Within days of returning to the office I had been contacted and shown pictures that had secretly been taken of the three of us in the Paris bedroom. The person who approached me gave me a choice—give him information or the pictures and film of that night in Paris would be delivered to my parents and friends. The sting was a. I don't have a naturally retentive mind, but some things stick out through association. We laid a stupid bet, one that neither of us had any real intention of wanting to win or even try out, but as an argument will escalate to spiral out of control, so this bet gathered pace and fed on its own velocity. I bet Jenni that I could get the phone number of a complete stranger before she could. It had to be a member of the opposite sex and a five pound wager was placed between us. Five pounds was. ’ Barbra did her things in the back, and I called Don to give him an ETA. ‘Honey?’ Barbra called from the back when I hung up. ‘Hmmmm?’ ‘Do you think it would be okay to put my dildo in or will it make my ass look too big?’ I groaned, Barbra giggled, I shifted my hard cock in my pants… again! We got off the interstate well north of Nashville, and a few minutes later we were pulling into a lovely farm estate. I got out of the drivers seat and turned to put my shirt on. ‘WOW!’ ‘Think this will. I felt his hot breath on my neck, my arms exploring his back and pulling him close. I pulled his shirt off wanting to feel his bare skin against me.I kissed my way down his stomach and said "I have one more birthday present for you."I felt him jerk with excitement as I unzipped his pants. Inserting my hand inside feeling his shaft rise as I stroked it up and down. I kissed his stomach, slowly bringing my lips to the tip of his mushroom head, inserting it into my mouth and swirling my tongue.