Finally, after what seemed like hours it stopped."That was ten seconds," said the woman. I gaped at her incredulously."I'm not going to explain to you...how it was done - you aren't James Bond,I'm not a supervillian and I only tell you what I want you to know. WhatI want you to know, what you NEED to know, is that I can do it from anydistance for any length of time. You can't stop me, you can't avoid thepain, you won't lose conciousness. Do you understand?"For a long moment I couldn't say. He slowly thrust just the head of his cock in and out of to get my pussy adjusted to his size. A wave of pleasure rolled through my body. Soon I felt his cock hit my hymen. He pulled out and slowly fucked me without entering me fully. I came again. I wrapped my arms around his back with fingers digging into his skin. He pulled back, “Hold tight, Jenny” he said and thrust forcefully sinking deep inside my tight pussy. I could feel something give way in there and heard kind of a crunch from way. Jane asked The Agency’s computer to show her all 1980 to 1988 Academy graduates, male, whose FIRST names started with W. Depressingly, the list was nearly as long: Waldo, Wallace, Walter, Warren, Wayne, Webster, William, Winston, and on and on. Then one name caught her eye: William Washington Walker, class of 1987. All three names started with W. His two specialties at The Academy had been Weapons and Warfare: two more W’s, and certainly good training for becoming a terrorist arms merchant. He. With both hands already under the sheet I quickly checked my body, my bra was on firmly and so was my underwear. Again I pieced it together. We'd kissed, then ah fuck, I thought. I could remember I sat over him, his eyes just as blurred as mine. 'I do apologise,' he stuttered again as he realised I got the hang of it. 'No apologies necessary,' I chuckled lightly, 'being drunk does...wonderful things doesn't it.' I turned and smiled back at him. Before Jeremy had the chance to even smile.