I sat in the Packard with Sabrina. After what we'd done, we agreed to call each other by first names. We were following Mr. Stansfield. I know it says in the Gumshoe Handbook, not to take along the wife of the man you're staking out but she wanted to go with me and I wasn't going to say no. Of course, it also says in the Gumshoe Handbook, not to screw your clients and I was breaking that rule, too.
Stansfield was on the beach with his secretary, Georgia Hall. Ms. Hall was a brunette with nice cans and a posterior that didn't look bad, either. Sabrina and I were looking through binoculars at the festivities on the beach, separate binocs. Presently, Stansfield was doing his best imitation of a man about to bury the hatchet, so to speak. Only his hatchet was on the short side. I'm not one to compare, but I can see why his wife preferred the axe in my pants to the hatchet in his.
Stansfield had his hands on his secretary's breasts and was doing a maneuver that I would have expected someone molding clay would use. I'm pretty sure he was confusing her yelps of pain for pleasure. She was lying on her back with her legs spread, the look on her face said, "Hurry up and get this over with."
He mounted her and I heard her make a little cooing noise. He closed his eyes and she yawned. Sabrina said, "Are you going to do something?"
I looked at her and said, "I was thinking about taking a few pictures of this love and then letting you sue the shit out of him in divorce court."
"That's what I wanted to hear." She said, leaning her head down into my lap. Her slim hands were on my cock through my slacks. She unzipped me and pulled my cock out. I took the camera and started snapping pictures of the happy couple doing it on the beach as I felt Sabrina's warm breath on my pole.
She licked the head and stroked the shaft. I didn't think she'd had much experience giving head, but I was more than willing to let her practice on me. She took the head in her mouth and sucked down a little bit more. When my pecker hit the back of her throat she gagged and mumbled something unintelligible. It's been my experience that no amount of conversation while getting a blow job is good so I just ignored it and put my head back on the seat.
Sabrina was sucking for all she was worth. Her hand was working the part she couldn't get into her mouth, which was a considerable amount. Her other hand was up her dress frigging her cooter like it had an itch. It was time to scratch the itch. I moved her hand away from her pussy and pulled her panties off her ass. Her cunt was dripping wet. I a pair of fingers around her lips, teasing her beaver and thumbing her clit lightly. She moaned around my cock and unbuttoned her dress, her massive guns fighting against the silk bra. She took my rod out of her mouth and moaned, a long, low, loud moan. She put my dick between her tits and I could feel her nipples against my thighs. It was time to start fucking.
