Undercover at an exclusive finishing school

"I'd like to show you something," Charlie's voice announced over the desk top receiver. "Bosley, would you dim the lights please?"

Charlie's faithful right-hand man did as instructed and went to sit next to Sabrina. A projector whirred into life and a grainy image appeared on the wall behind Bosley's desk.

On the screen, a naked couple appeared in a classic sixty-nine position. The young woman could clearly be seen facing the camera and happily feasting on her partner's cock. Bosley groaned as Sabrina's hand slid down towards his own engorged manhood.

"Meet Cynthia Westcott," came the voice of Charlie, referring to the girl on the screen. "Wealthy heiress and recent graduate of Miss Masterson's Exclusive Finishing School For Ladies Of Quality."

"Who's her well hung friend?" asked Kelly, unbuttoning her hot pants and sliding a hand inside, whilst simultaneously lifting the hem of Jill's minidress with her foot.

"That is Walter Smith a junior researcher with the defence department."

"What would a wealthy heiress be doing with a junior researcher?" asked Sabrina.

"We believe that she is pumping him for information."

"She's certainly pumping him for something," commented Jill as Kelly's toe wriggled into her crotch. As if to confirm her words, the onscreen cock suddenly blew its load, covering the heiress with sticky white cum.

"What would an heiress need with defence secrets?" persisted Sabrina, as she absently jerked Bosley's cock.

"I don't know, but a number of Miss Masterson's graduates have been seen associating with junior scientists and a number of our secrets have been finding their way to Moscow."

"And you, uh, think, uh, that Miss Masterson's establishment is involved somehow?" Bosley struggled to say.

"I do," responded Charlie. "Time to go back to school, Angels."