"Do I get first crack?" Toni nebulously heard Harry question and looked up at the two men from where she sat on the floor. Both of them were now naked..., their massive cocks jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls entirely visible to her from her position... and she couldn't resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest sac, her own instinctive desire piqued by all that had happened to her and what was going on before her dazed eyes around the room.Harry gave a start. The air was too warm, sickly with a humidity which glued to her skin and made everything uncomfortable. The bed was stifled from perspiration and the minuscule droplets of moisture in the air, the thin sheets half thrown over her body were becoming clinging and stifling. In her near dream state she imagined the air was solid and heavy and she couldn’t breathe. She called out to him as she fell gently into the hot depths of sleep. She could feel her arms reaching up from the bed as she sank. "I love your hand jobs especially when you take your time and rub so much lotion into my skin." I replied before she shoved a tit in my face. I latched my lips around a nipple and sucked it beyond its hardened start lashing at it with my tongue like she taught me. "Oh really then why would this have to happen every time." She asked, changing her movements rapidly, catching me by surprise and my cock got free from my boxers. I started to mumble trying to warn her but she wrapped her arms around. Svetlana, the accountant, or whoever is running this operation, from what we can tell is skimming about 5-10% right off the top of it. No one in the Kremlin is missing it because whoever is doing the paperwork is simply hiding it in ‘operational expenses’ and doing a good job. Look at the expenses column.” Robert said. “From your experiences, how much would an operation like this spend in incidentals each month?” He asked them.Looking at the column Robert was pointing at, Denise and Tali saw.