. what ever that means. Ah, well... Anyway... you readers will be happy to hear, I finally found another job.Am I working at another TV Station as an ...n-the-air Reporter, making the big bucks again? Well, not exactly.I guess I probably should tell you how my present job came my way.I'm down at the Rescue Mission with the other less fortunate folks having a nice meal, when the good Reverend comes charging in."Is there anyone here, that has any experience as a Reporter?" he asked,. Her breasts were heaving and her thigh muscles were swelling from the workout. Tom had had both heavy hands kneading her ass. Suddenly the black bastard pulled my wife into the doggy style position and really started to fuck her hard. He caught us looking through the window and smiled. He showed us four long black fingers.The guys laughed and one of them meant she was on her fourth orgasm...Tom pulled my wife’s face to the side and passionately kissed her. He then asked her where she wanted him. “Jodi, show him both your ID and Sue’s,” Matt told her when it was her turn. Howard looked at them, puzzled. Matt saw when Howard realized what he was looking at. His jaw dropped and he looked up at Matt in amazement.“You lucky son of a gun,” he laughed.“What’s he talking about?” the lady holding the leash whispered when Howard began taking Jodi’s measurements. Pressing her breasts against Matt’s arm and touching her lips to his ear when she whispered seemed suggestive to Matt.“She’s Sue’s. The company was being called upon to perform an emergency short-term contract mission with very high payoff, and the boss was contacting all of his Program Managers, trolling for talent. Specifically, the boss wanted individuals skilled in the art of active but covert counter-surveillance; and who could begin immediately--translation; the next morning.Pete had hung up his phone and had only been glancing through his list of available personnel for about three minutes when his phone rang again..