They seemed intrigued at uncovering how I came upon my new ... talents.”“That’s preposterous. How dare you make such a claim!“Oh, it wasn’t ...ou? It’s easy to confirm. It seems you called one Derek Wells yesterday, one of the CIA’s Associate Directors. You told him I represented a vital threat to the country, mentioning they might benefit by ‘examining me’ to determine how I gained my abilities. Associate Director Wells contacted Senior Supervisor Stephen Cooper, who selected three of his. My hands are inside the lacy fabric, caressing and playing while moving back around and over her sweet pussy mound, my fingers caressing across her swelling clit, causing her to moan and close her eyes for a second. She flicks them open quickly, watching what I am doing to her body, the reactions from my touch; my fingers are skimming across her engorged clit and pussy lips, caressing, playing, making her wet with desire. She can’t stop moaning with orgasmic pleasure, little whimpers coming. I get crazed, I guess. I have to take her, hard. I get this overwhelming feeling of possessiveness or lust, one of those. I know she’s mine. Deep in her soul, down at her most primitive, primal level, she belongs to only me and always has. Just as I belong to only her. I like the way Doris is throwing herself at me, I’ll admit it. It gets my juices flowing, that’s for sure. She’s a lovely and sexy young woman. Do I look like a eunuch? But once the juices are flowing, I go looking for my wife. . When his boss became indignant, Jonathan only answered him, "I don't care. If you don't like it, fire me." Hanging up the phone while his boss was still arguing with him, he mumbled to himself, "As if it fucking matters." If he didn't work for them, he'd be working for someone else.Wandering around the empty house, he knew he should be doing some things. He should be reacting, and there were things that needed to be done. He knew he had to find out facts for himself, not only accepting.