The bed shifted with each fist and I had to tighten my legs to hold my bladder.“Stop that right now,” Nancy barked. Her wicked grin betrayed the ...arshness of her voice. “Yes, Miss Nancy.” Diana shoved her arms down between her legs into the bed.“And take off that stupid shirt,” she continued.“Yes Miss Nancy,” Diana said again as she pinched the bottom of her shirt. In one clean motion she pulled her top up and over her head. Her breasts toppled out thankfully, and her nipples immediately began. I had met Dan when I was Ambassador to Uganda. BM&M had mineral contracts in Uganda and was always wanting updates about the Sudan civil war on how close it was to his operations. It was his company that we bought the abandon mines adjacent to the Polokwane gold mine from. It was his plane that carried me to kill the Prince and the group.I explained to him what our agreement was and that we were looking for a management company to oversee the mining operation and also train the Nigerian people. That’s when I began deliberately wrecking the sweet loving relationship between Eric and me. I told my co-worker a great big lie. I said he was my ex-boyfriend. And I attributed to Eric, every verbal abuse that my husband Frank had ever hurled at me. When Eric would say hello to me, I would try my best to give him a cold, blank look, even though inside I was burning up with love and lust for him. Having heard my lies about Eric, my co-worker would glare at Eric in deep hostility. My bulldozers. A few months later I had been with another guy in the jacuzzi and he was stroking me beautifully. He had a tiny cock, maybe 3 or 4 inches and not very thick but he wanted to fuck me. Later in the steam room with one other guy in there we were all wanking and I just thought go for it and invited the small cocked guy to fuck me. I told him he couldn't cum in me. This was the height of the AIDS scare and I was woefully ignorant, thinking I was safe as long as he didn't cum in me (dumb, I know).