They pulled off his jeans and off came his underpants. John could not see what they were doing because two were sitting on his chest to hold him down... But he could feel they were putting some underclothes and shoes and socks back on. Why would they do that, he wondered to himself?Then the gang sat him up and jerked his shirt over his head. It was then that he noticed that they had put on some of Mary's shoes and socks for him. "Hey, you can't do that!" exclaimed John and he started to. Soon she made it clear to me that she was looking for just satisfaction with no strings attached. I happily agreed to that.We planned that we should make it real and were waiting for the day her husband will go for his business tour. Patience and waiting for the tour day was killing me. Her beauty and the stats were making me mad every passing day.My patience ended on the 8th day by the call from her about her husband’s tour the next day. This was making me mad by each passing hour. My. She told him about her adopted family, her c***dhood and her plans for the future. They found they had a love for Bon Jovi, cold pizza and driving. They talked for hours, before they knew it, it was four in the morning. He rose to leave and she got up and hugged him. The sensation returned in wild force, her body tingled and his arms locked around her waist. She lay her head against his shoulder, his cheek rested against her hair. His breathing was fast and his body rigid. She was warm, her. My lawyer chimed in from time to time, and objected when they rephrased the same question in different ways. After I had been there for a bit over two hours, I decided enough was enough."Gentleman. I have been patient and answered all your questions to the best of my ability. Well, the ones my lawyer would let me answer. It's getting late and I'm tired. So, if you have no objections, I am going home," I told them standing.They all objected."Sir. You still have not told us why the CIA would be.