“Now comes the fun call.”Jeryl frowned, and then grabbed the chair on the other side of the partner’s desk and pulled out a pad of paper and pen...to make notes as she motioned me to get dialing.A few minutes later, I heard a familiar voice pick up the phone. “Special Agent Johnson.”“Good morning, Special Agent Johnson. This is Paul Taylor returning your call. How can I help the FBI today?”“We need to move this facility into a secured environment,” General Haverston insisted for what seemed like. Arti made sure I had plenty to do as my penance, but in truth, she knew I didn’t mind. Zylen was waiting for me at Rhys’s office when I finally arrived. The discussion went as I expect it would. Rhys was certain I could conceive a child with Zylen. The real question was could I survive the process, mentally? Zylen and I had to abstain from being intimate for the next few days while Rhys ran a series of tests on us. Zyana worked with me daily to strengthen my mind so I wouldn’t become insane. To. I was now dressed in my birthday suit with all my private assets – breasts, navel, buttocks & a shaved pussy on unabashed display before a lecherous man in exchange for a desperately needed official favour.I crossed one arm over my breasts & placed my palm of the other hand strategically on my pubic region in a last bit attempt to cover my modesty. Just then, the Sarpanchji called me to come close to him. With feelings of deep embarrassment travelling down my spine, I dragged my sluggish feet. I wore cheap pantyhose. She had on lipstick, eye shadow and the works. I brushed my teeth. She had beautiful curled blonde hair. I had long straight brown hair.Once in the car, Heather wanted to go to a place called the Green Machine. It was a large club located a few miles outside the local Army base. I was figuring on a few drinks in a quiet pub. Heather wanted a wild time with lots of guys. We tossed a coin and Heather cheered as I turned the car towards the Army base. Heather really.