By now we had several on lookers and more cameras recording the event. I knew I was going to jail when finally after what seemed an eternity the first... cop walked over, handed me my cover up and told me to get dressed. He was smiling and looking me over as I took the cover up and slipped it back on. He told me that it was his pleasure to wish me a warm welcome to his island and told me to be more discrete. He said he no longer had any evidence and for us to move along.After they drove off I. . reserved."The Ambassador laughed. "Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?" he quoted, hinting that Derek himself was being cagey."You might say that. I couldn't possibly comment," replied Derek, in another quotation beloved of the Civil Service which he knew would be taken as an admission that his father was indeed one of the diplomats who reported also to the Intelligence Services. This was a calculated risk. Many Foreign Office staff admired such people, but a few resented them."You'll go. “Want some” ? I ask him in my best mischievous voice. He just stares down at my still mostly hard 10” fuck stick, still with his mouth hanging open. Slicking my junk, and Parkers ass slim off, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick it clean. Still grinning at Jackson, I let out a low “hmmmm---it's good shit, yo” He still couldn't speak—and just laying there staring at the two of us. I grab Parker by the back of his hair, and yanking him back, then pushing him over towards Jackson, just command. Guess they were talking about the movie we watched.The day was painfully slow and my final class turned out to be Biology with Mrs Hodgekins. The final bell rang and everyone packed up and left the classroom. I sat at my table and leaned back and Mrs Hodgekins stood up and walked over to the door and locked it and walked over to the windows and pulled a the curtains closed of each window and walked seductively over to the front and pulled down the projector screen. I was wondering what was.