"Where are you from?" I asked."Vancouver." Ah ... yeah, I have a friend in Vancouver. Runs an investigation and security business." That wouldn't be O...ca, would it?" she asked with a furrowed brow."Yeah ... that's the one. Do you know it?" Sure, I work there. You must know Harold Sinden then," she said."Yes ... definitely. We worked together a few years ago." Really? What were you doing?" Oh ... it was one of those joint task-force things between Interpol and the U.S." So that was before he. Receiving it is another level again and I knew first hand the sensations she would be feeling. A warming and filling of the lower belly. As it grew inside her it would push on her internals which at first is fantastic but if you go too far it’s painful. A bladder is usually just the right amount. She might even feel it seeping through her guts, warm liquid working its way backwards through her system. It was at once warming and erotic and dirty, like being hugged by an aroused elderly porn. The following weekend she was out early Saturday morning getting her hair styled and spending my money, she breezed in looking pretty good and seemed in a good mood, shopping always cheered her up and as she had £600 to blow it must have been a good therapy, she dropped her bags so I had a look at what she had bought whilst she went to pee, it was all pretty sexy stuff, skirts , flimsy tops and lots of sexy knickers and bra’s, I thought I was in for a good time you know the kind of thing a wife. He pretended that she was acting out of patriotism or politics, not a desire to make him happy or get back at her spouse. He also secretly found it amusing that the SD man couldn't resist telling his wife things that she might divulge to someone else. He was almost certain that such lax security would cost the man his life, if the SD ever learned of it.Heidi had informed Rolf of the infamous SS project, but she had done so with no little amusement, especially in her drunken state. It was more.