“I don’t work in the field,” she told him.“This is right here.”“I don’t have to tell you our mandate is to handle things external to the...country,” she said.“I meant in this building,” he added.“We have a mole?” Suddenly she was interested.“It might be worse than that,” he said.“What could be worse than a mole?” she asked.Then she learned about a young man named Bobby Wilson ... and found out.Jane didn’t hurry. She spent a week studying her new assignment, gathering all the intel she could find. "After a few hearty 'here — heres', Bearclaw told me the plan."I think we have covered all your requirements Mister Brock. Tomorrow morning, we will transport you, your party and your supplies to a riding stable located mid-valley. The owner of the stables will provide you with whatever livestock you need. Besides Senior Agent Larson, how many security personnel will you require?"I shot Tonya a look and shook my head."I don't need anyone, including Miss Larson. I need the ability to move fast. He shrugged, his worst fears had been confirmed. The problem was intractable. “Jane, do you mind if I ask you something?” “Go ahead” “Have you ever considered contact lenses? Oh God, that sounded all wrong. I mean I was wondering why you hide your face behind those huge specs. That sounds wrong too. I just think that you’re really pretty but you seem to want to hide it.” To his relief she burst out laughing. Her sincere, unaffected laughter was infectious. He found himself chuckling and. My cock was barely visible, more of a shadow than a bump about 3 inches long. The panties no longer felt slick, I was all hemmed in with the stretchy fabric. The girdle had a shiny satin panel in front, sort of an oval shaped affair with stitching all around it. There was a little blue flower in the center of the waistband and there were also shiny panels down the sides of my legs.“There, let me look,” Aunt Rose said as she took my hand and twirled me around. I felt her hand on my butt, and.