“I hadn’t planned on it; I have a full schedule,” I replied.I did have a full schedule so I was not lying and I really did not have much I could...say.At 1300 I was in my new office with the reports from my meeting with Dick and the finalized report from my trip to Portugal. I was waiting on Ambassador Oliver Taylor to arrive.I had wondered again why I was asked to doing this kind of interview with someone who should have had more rank and privilege than I did.Digging through the official duties. As he did this he said, “Sandra told me all about your obsession with the need to hold a man’s really long shaft in your hand, and that you’d never done that even once in your whole life. It’s hard to imagine that you’ve never experienced that other than with your husband’s. What she also told me was that you had the smallest bosom she’d ever seen on an adult and this embarrassed you terribly. What she doesn’t know is that my obsession is with micro boobies like yours”.As the swimsuit halter. How’d you manage to land the hottest damn woman I’ve ever seen?”“Honestly,” I said. “A combination of my looks and charm,” I told her. It was essentially true, but I was trolling her just a little.“Bullshit!” she called. “You’re no Quasimodo, but you’re not GQ material either. You could pass for a Marlboro Man if you put on the stetson, but you’re not in her league for looks.”I shrugged. “You didn’t do a full digital cavity search on her?” I asked, surprised. “I figured you’d have found out. I rubbed her shoulders and then worked my way down her back making circles with the palms of my hands on her back. I continued her body massage, and ran my fingertips down the back of her legs, down her calves to her feet. I then rubbed her feet and started back up her legs slowly, my fingers dancing over her skin. It wasn’t long into her back rub that Jennifer was so relaxed that she had drifted off to sleep. I climbed off her back and just lay beside her watching her sleep for a couple of.