"But ... Your Highness ... even if I did, I have nothing against Muslims!!! Believe me!!! You have no reason..." Nessie trying to defend her status qu...."Save it Bitch!!! I know you really hate us Muslims!!! I want you to shut the Hell up!!! Earlier today you hurt me really badly!!! I know you think all Muslims and Arabs are just dark-skinned barbarians living in the Dark Ages. I am going to make you pay for the way you made me feel today!!! I am going to make you make up for it!!! Now let us. Igave him the job." Why?" What Steven was unaware of was that the placement was far moredangerous than its description. I however was fully informed as to therisks inherent to the job. The agency was subtly looking for a veryspecific type of individual for a very difficult job and used thecompetition to veil the true intent of the recruitment process. I knewthat for a man of Steven's skill the assignment was essentially suicide.I warned him to avoid the job. He insisted I give it to him.. Softly...tenderly he massaged her little button. She moved as if trying to consume his fingers. Quietly he pulled his hand from her panties.She looked back at him again...wondering. He continued to sit there smiling so innocently. As she looked at him she thought of how he must have cared for six foot, two hundred-twenty five pound body during his fifty-something years on this earth. He was twenty years her senior, yet in far better condition than most young men her age. She did not know which. She broke our embrace, gave my slightly stiffened cock a quick rub and turned to head back into the kitchen. I followed, thoroughly enjoying the sway of her butt. We made small talk while she finished up dinner. Baked chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, a veggie medley, ordinary store-bought dinner rolls, and a reheated frozen apple pie for dessert. As we ate at the small kitchen dinette table, I was continually astounded by how her appearance kept shifting. One moment she looked sixteen,.