"Are they ever! But if you mean, are they raping us, I'm afraid it's almost the other way around. But once we showed them how they were outnumbered, they quickly surrendered themselves to our custody," Kay got out before refilling her mouth with the fresh cock.

Edwin couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had to be in the wrong place, or dealing with the wrong two women. He fumbled around in his briefcase. Weren't the ones he was there for… let's see, yes! They had been arrested as accessories to a foiled bank robbery.

"I'm terribly sorry," he apologized, doing his best to avert his eyes from the ladies as they plied their trade. "I'm here as legal council for two women who apparently blew up a bank."

Two lovely faces snapped around to face Edwin.

"It's not our fault!" they cried.

Randel Thompson sat uncomfortably behind his desk. He had already been over the file laying before him more times then he cared to think about, and was prepared to do it once more.

Leslie and Kay weren't his.

He hadn't hired them, he didn't even like them. It was his misfortune to have inherited them. The worst part of all was their record. No matter how you looked at it, they were the best agents W.W.W. had. Not that Randel had the first idea why. During his own rein as head of the massive security agency he had brought along many agents who were more talented, better trained and certainly more intelligent. Yet there was one thing Leslie and Kay constantly produced.

Results!

Along with a good deal of mayhem. There were many times they made him feel as if he were trapped in a bad episode of "Get Smart". It usually only took them a few minutes before they started to make him crazy. Acting like amateurs, they always seemed to be blundering aimlessly through an assignment, yet they always cracked whatever case they were given. No matter how difficult, even seemingly impossible.