Complete Physical

Gadget calls Trish in first while you and Jimbo sit in the small waiting area outside the lab. After she had been inside for about quarter of an hour, Jimbo moves closer to you on the couch.

"I'm sorry for stuffing things up like this," he tells you, dropping a meaty hand onto your knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You sigh, unable to hold a grudge against your fellow secret agent, "It's not your fault, we were just trying to maintain our cover and got a little carried away."

"Yeah, I know," said Jimbo, "Perhaps we need more practise? I know, let's blow this physical exam and go practice. I'm sure Gadget won't tell the Chief on us."

"Practice? What do you mean by that?" you ask uncertainly.

"Well we can head back down to the janitors closet and hide in there," Jimbo tells you, starting to warm to the idea, "Then I'll stick my dick in your mouth like we're undercover and we can practice staying alert while in that position."

"And you practice not cumming?" you add, stressing the word not.

"Exactly," agrees Jimbo, "Shall we do it then?" he asks excitedly.