"I went upstairs and phoned Jane. I told her a story about needing to come to Bolling for something anyway, and asked her if it would be all right for...Hans and I to stop by and take a look at her car. She tried telling me that the car wasn't worth looking at, and that she was convinced that the motor was dead. I kept after her to get her address. Finally, reluctantly, she gave it to me.Hans didn't want to take the limo, so we took his car instead. It was a German sedan, a white 1966 Mercedes.. It looked a lot like a welfare motel to be honest. One that accepted emergency vouchers from Social Services. It would fit my cover, which Happy would be supplying.She was bringing me the first part of the background, but there would be more details add as we went along. Hell working for Washing ton had to have some perks.As for me I checked into the Motel, then made a call on my cell phone. I called the ACC to ask what time the personnel office opened the next day. "I'm sorry hon we aren't. She had been a server there for a short time. As time went by, we got to know each other and I asked her out for a date. She said YES. She had been without a man for 6years. Raising her son Timmy on her own. Timmy just turned 12 and was a beautiful boy. He was short, thin, bubble butt, full lips and very shy with no friends. He was very interverted. Sandy and I dated a few times and she was a great fuck. She loved to suck cock. She also liked me to be rough with her. Spanking her,. I said this as I held my breasts up for inspection. They are not big, B+ cuppers is what they are, the ‘plus’ being my descriptor. I always wanted them to grow into C cups, but alas it was not meant to be. I wanted C’s for a fashion statement, as a nice accessory to go with my outfits, like a great pair of earrings. Besides, C’s would look much better in a heavy sweater or in a bathing suit than my B+’ers. I continued to scope out the landscape, turning a bit to glimpse the curve of my rear.