“Hey, at least I know how to do college the RIGHT way!” he protested.Marie laughed, “I told Mike a bunch of times he wasn’t doing college righ...!”“Me, too!” Dale agreed.“Why do you think you have to behave badly to go to college?” Elizaveta asked.“Because college is the last time you can really just do whatever you want,” Marie said. “I mean, so long as you go to class and keep your grades up. Once you graduate, there will be work and bills and family considerations. So you should have your fun,. I know I had to have you. Then it happened just other day. I went to a break room to eat my snack and you were in the room alone. You had on a short black business dress suit with matching high heels. You were standing and leaning over the table reading a newspaper. The dress had little bit of low cut line but as you were leaning over, I could see very nice cleavage with your ample breasts covered in black lacy bra. Oooh! What an instant hard on I got. Again, you gave me your sweet. She was given a rundown on the Agency assets who were 'in-house' and under cover with the firm. They had a Comm team of four people who monitored communications around the clock. They had a protective team whose job it was to sweep the offices daily, to protect the integrity of the Sector CO and to act as a reaction force should something go wrong. Last, but certainly not least, there was an intelligence analysis team that processed information sent in from the field and compiled it with data. I took a turn dancing and flirting with girl after girl, but none of them made a move – I had apparently been claimed as Joyce’s. Hours went by that I don’t remember. I was leaning against the bar – if I let go of the rail I was going to fall. I couldn’t remember how much of that stuff I had. Too much. Joyce was on the bar, she was dancing topless, and I followed the movement of her amazing tits and erect pink nipples, trying to get my eyes to focus on the nipples. A Thai girl pulled me.