A few minutes later I was soaked. I came to shivering.The interrogator was laughing. "The ice water cold enough for you?"I was getting to the point wh...ere I did not know what I was going to do next. But I was pretty sure it was going to be stupid and futile."Now tell us the master command code, traitor." No. And I'm not the traitor here. You guys are. You're traitors to everything the founding father's meant America to be. You're traitors to the ethics that guide when men in uniforms are needed.. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around both heads, while gripping their shafts and rubbing them together. You slide back into the man fucking you from behind, releasing your grip on the big guy, you and he both reposition so that you are now sitting in his lap on the shower floor, grinding out another hot climax, leaving me hungrily sucking on a mouthful of two cocks. Another watcher sees what kind of slut I am and moves behind me to play with my dangling hardon and ass, I soon feel a finger. She had tried it on in the booth of the shop. What she had seen in the mirror was outrageously sexy. She immediately took it off. But she had bought it nevertheless. And she took a stretch tube skirt in shining black to go with it. She had also bought lovely sheer silk stockings with lace elastic tops. But no underwear.The other bag was brilliantly white. On it was a black, slashing logo. From it she took two severely heeled mules. They had narrow silver straps that gave her ankles no support. “Is that right, Stephen? Is this how your mother parades around at home?” I placed my hands on my hips, pulling the wet fabric tight across my attention seeking nipples, my swollen vulva perfectly silhouetted as I planted my feet shoulder width apart.“And do you sit at her kitchen table with your cock in your hand as she wiggles her bottom in front of your face, as she absent mindedly leans over you so that you can admire her cleavage. Because I bet she has a cleavage doesn’t she Stephen; big.