She said to me it was only natural to get a hard on and asked if I wanked? To which I answered a bit nervously that “I did sometimes!” She asked... me to wank in front of her and I hesitated, not sure if I should or not, but she said it was OK and she would do the same as well for me. So I hesitantly started playing with my cock in front of my Aunt May. She in turn started playing with her pussy and as I had never seen a grown woman play with a pussy before that day it fascinated me. I stood. Then, the man pointed and I felt her tongue on my cunt. Again, I came in just a few seconds. She'd tongued one of my cunt lips and I'd cum. It was dawning on me what he'd done. Something between what he'd fed me and what he'd done had made me hyper-sensitive. Why didn't I feel it when I was alone?The day went on and on like that. They brought me lunch and dinner, which they fed me rather than untie me from the device. But aside from the meals, it went like that all night long, someone would. Roger watched him go and waited for the guard to come and escort him back to his cell. As an afterthought, he turned to the attendant at the door."Who was that guy?" Uhhhh ... Martin Bloodstone, it says here. Funny though, he had CIA I.D. You some kind of spy or terrorist or something?" the guard asked with a smirk."No ... no ... nothing like that," he answered hesitantly. What the hell was a CIA guy doing here warning him off? It didn't make sense. He would have to think about his plan for. You slide out of the bed letting the sheets drop to the floor and head over to the desk at the other end of the room, grabbing your black lace lingerie and black cocktail dress and glossy black high heels, you quickly get dressed before heading out the hotel room and out into the hallway, while walking to the elevator you notice a person trying to follow you so you quickly make a left turn to the elevator and barely escape as the door closes on a mysterious person running towards you. After.