When we went into town, I made some feeble excuse not to go the most direct route which would take us past the café where my infidelity had been so e...asily shed. Instead, I insisted on visiting far-flung boutiques which would put a good half kilometre between me and the man who had, whatever I wanted to think, just become my first and only lover.Round and round my head the thoughts ran; feelings of shame and guilt interchanging with elation as I remembered the hitherto unimaginable physical. .. one shot of sacred drink. The inner circle was blue sand... another shot of sacred drink. The first line dissecting the circle was in gray sand... one more shot of the sacred drink. The next dissecting line was a pale shade of red, followed by another shot of sacred drink. The next line was dark blue... another shot. The final line, which only went half way through the circle to where the other lines intersected, was black... one more shot. Then came the star to complete things. The star. He oversees the Secret Service. He and Mr. Dryden are old friends. We used to see them around the Capital all the time."Her eyes grew larger when I talked about them like they were regular people. "Why were they here?" Her face betrayed her. All she wanted was something to dine out on. I was just another source of gossip to her, so I brushed her off with,"They were covering all their bases. Because I got shot, they are afraid I'll sue the Secret Service for not doing a better job. That's. Leaning forward once more I tell Abby that it time. “We want each of you to stoke the cock that your hand is on.” I tell them, and then we both begin peeling the hands back from the cocks in front of us. Leaning down to take their full thick lengths in to our mouths. Slowly drawing them into us while we watch the remaining hands stroke the cocks they are gripping. The moans and grunts become increasingly louder with each passing stoke of hand and mouth as Abby and I circle the guys, giving.