The world doesn’t need another Caliphate - there are still flare ups from the last one.I walked to the living section where nothing was recorded and...called Andy with the JBG phone, filling him in on things he did not know that his group there needed to know.Andy gave me information that had been collected off the bodies and from the few before they died. The CIA had neglected to tell me several things I was sure they knew.It was just one more thing that I needed to keep in the back of my mind. Thank goodness, that didn’t happen. We pull up in the garage and she tells me Deborah is out of town for a business meeting. She turns on all the lights, texts something on her phone, and puts it aside. She looks at me seductively and throws her arm around me. She kisses me deeply and whispers ‘I’ve fallen in love with you.’ She turns, bends down on the floor, and pulls her skirts up and panties to the side. The buttplug is in her ass. Fuck that’s a beautiful sight. She turns and tells me ‘do. It's the sweetest word in the language, and it's time you learned to say it, when the moment is right. Go on. And try and say it nicely. Linger over it." F... Look, I really can't. It's no good. I've got to go."And she ran off on an imaginary errand in the back dining-room.The next couple of visits, she was clearly in denial, wanting to put the clock back and erase every word we'd ever exchanged. It wasn't anything she said. It was just the frozen look on her face. While she was in that mood,. They would send me to prison for what we are doing.”Eric smiled as though he understood, and stepped away from me, leaving me standing there partially exposed. I could feel the gusset of my light blue panties getting wetter and wetter as my lubrication slowly leaked out of me. Eric walked over to the kitchen windows and closed the curtains and blinds. Suddenly the room was darker with a more sedate atmosphere.Eric then pulled a chair from the table and sat in front of me. Sitting in front of.