I knelt up and moved towards her face. The sight of my cock entering her mouth was stunning, as were the sensations she started to give me. Her tongue...worked its way up and down my shaft, and I gasped as she pushed it into my slit. Suddenly I needed to fuck her. I needed to have beneath me, writhing under me as my cock buried itself inside her. She must have read my mind because she told Claire to get off the bed and stand beside it. With a sly wink at me, she told her that I was going to fuck. We have other uses for you. As an undercover agent yourself, I expect your training included techniques at mental control, and the ways to resist them. In the old days, they called itbrainwashing'. The techniques vary, but usually involve sleep deprivation, isolation, threats, psychological pressures--very crude methods indeed, wouldn't you say? And not much left over of the subject, when they finished." He gave a small shake of his head, as if to show his professional dissatisfaction. "We've. Not knowing that I was the one I needed to be worried about.“Shhh…” You kept rubbing my belly. “Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”“What’s wrong?”You just kept rubbing me, and kept crying, and I noticed something else. A sound I’d never heard before, but would become familiar with. “TickTickTick” is what it sounded like – a fast watch ticking in the middle of the night. I listened to the sound and tried to see your face through the darkness.“I’m so sorry.” I heard you whisper.“Why?” I. Content no one was about, I secretly unlocked the front gate and headed for Anna. I entered the barrack, woke her, and took off for the main gate, Anna following close behind. Anna, still wiping sleep from her eyes, knew nothing of my recent plans and only recognized something was wrong when she saw we weren’t going to my quarters. With confusion in her eyes as I pushed her out the gate, we escaped into the darkness, using the night like a blanket to cover out tracks. We ran swiftly, silently,.