"Was that your first taste?" She nodded. "Would you like more?" Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. She nodded. I slipped my ring finger in next... to the middle one and sank them into her. Her mouth opened in a gasp as her hips lifted to meet me. I worked them around in her, coating them well, and then pulled them out. As I reached up, she lifted her head and I slipped them into her mouth. Her lips closed around them and her tongue cleaned them off. She maintained lip pressure as she lay. " This gadget will destroy itself after one use. It will be placed on the interrogated person's eh... person and when it activates it will provide a very undistinguishable hum." Mmm." "Be professional, Hard-on." I'm trying. I really am!" Hard-on at the very least did make sure his "personal swollen equipment" was not too noticeable and was poking far from underneath his dress slacks. He turned his hips away so that the "lady" Jessica would not be offended. "Well this gadget when it is used. Her pearl necklace dangles across my naked thighs. Her long, blonde hair covers my lap and denies me the vision of her red lips on me. One of her hands grasps the base of my penis, holding it and stroking it in time to the motion of her lips and tongue. The other lies on her thigh. I reach down and take her hand in mine. Slowly and deliberately I move it into her crotch. I straighten her fingers and press them against her pantied mound. I move her fingers in the motion I wish. Oblivious to the fact we were stood together on a crowded dance floor, My hands shot up Deena's tiny white dress and began massaging her firm arse. My fingers ran along her cotton panties, worked their way along her arse crack and weighed her cheeks. I felt my cock to swell to bursting point.Deena broke free. "Hold on Mr." She then took my hand. "Let's dance."I hate dancing, but I was willing to do anything Deena told me. We boogied across the floor, cutting through plastic cups and empty.