”He shoved the phone back into my hand and pushed me on my way. “Now go, times a wastin’.”“I’m Tom Smith, by the way, before he shut the d...or on me.”“Yeah, yeah whatever, I’m Frank Booker.”And with that, he shut the door and I could hear the sound of his fingers pounding hard on his computer keyboard.Well, that was an intense half hour.I still thought he was a nutjob but a part of me really hoped it did work. Maybe I could try to get into college or a technical school and it’d be nice if I. ‘‘You aren’t? Why not? I thought it was standard procedure,’’ I said.‘‘We don’t have the lab resources for one thing. The FBI has the only lab for certified work at a federal level and they are overwhelmed with state requests and everything else,’’ FBI director Marty Coeburn said.‘‘Since I opened that can of worms, if I started a lab capable of doing that and other testing - how do we get other police agencies nationwide to send certified samples of all drugs seized to JBG for testing? Then. Hands pulled my legs wide, the thrusting fingers were joined by something else, that same sensation as the day before, something wet and smooth now licked at the top of my hole, the little nub at the front of my pink slit was being sucked and tickled, my hips bucked upward, not once but over and over again, the feelings forced me, my body had a will of its own, I couldn't help it.The sucking of my nipples caused them to swell, the feeling of tongues lapping at them made them tingle, they were. Shes a trim five feet eight inches with flawless pale golden skin. With her high heeled shoes her legs take the long slender shape of a lingerie model. She knows I think her legs are great so she always wears shoes and a dress or skirt to show them off. Today she wore Faith ankle strap shoes with four inch heels, a black Gucci mid thigh and figure hugging dress that I had bought her in Rome, it showed her legs to perfection, accentuated her slim hips, firm ass, slender waist, flat stomach and.