You keep stroking, his blood engorged cock pulsing in your grip. When the food arrives both of his hands are clenched in tight fists. His breathing is... labored to the extent you think your friend is going to notice any second. Then he pushes his hip forward and tenses his legs. You think you might have heard a low growl in his throat as his cock swells and spits out cum, stream after hot stream. Your hands are wet with his semen, his cock slick with the stuff. You wonder how far he shot. You. Jim risked looking at her eyes; and for the first time since he got here he thought he saw some genuine kindness. The sergeant started talking softly to him, "There's a good boy. Good boy Kyle. I don't want to hurt you. There's a good boy."Jim sighed and blinked. "Yeah... Thanks... I'm okay... I'm so sorry..."The sergeant blinked twice. "Yeah... I still can't get over you talking... This is so strange... Kyle, you're a good boy... I'm not going to hurt you fella..."Jim nodded. The sergeant. There's no mistaking it's you and her. You've really got a look of ecstasy on your face as she gives you a lick-job. And then, there's this one." He pulled another picture from the file and held it up. It showed the governor with her face buried between the secretary's spread legs.The governor's eyes widened and her lips quivered."Yes, no doubt at all, it's you and her," he said."Where- how did you get-" I took them a few days ago there at your door. It was quite easy. No one was around. I shot. There was Martin, Samuel, Skeeter (that wasn’t his real name, but it’s what everyone called him) then there was Raymond & Jackson. Martin wanted to confirm the girl’s names so he pointed to each of as he repeated our names.“You’re Kay,” he said pointing to Kara. “Your Ess” pointing Susie. “You’re Bee” he said pointing to me.Beth said. “No, I’m Bee, she’s El.”Then Martin said. “Then you must be Dubya,” That’s such an interesting name, pointing to Wendy. “Well we’re glad to meet you I love your.