Then I opened a VCATS and paged the communication room at the South Korean embassy; according to the schedule JBG employee Berry Simms was working.“...ecord the conversation,” I instructed the duty man.I looked at the employee file that was setup by HR for each embassy for easy reference so I would know for sure who I was talking to.“Hello Berry; Merry Christmas,” I greeted.“Merry Christmas to you ah-mm, Ms. Jones,” he replied.“You can cut it with the Ms. stuff. BJ, Boss or Ambassador, whichever. A car pulled up and a tall man in uniform walked up to my door. How dare he! How dare he hand me that. How dare he! I cry. I’m crying now. And always will I cry. Still, even as I stand here, I imagine he is with me. He never truly left me, right? But, all I can hear are the tears of the gray sky behind me. Are they his tears?! He misses me too. I know it. I finally shut the door. I slip off my shoes on to the rug and begin the climb up the stairs. The king sized bed is made perfectly on his. I whispered that her body feels so comfy in my arms. As soon as I completed whispering, I licked her ears and then kissed her neck softly.Her skin tasted so good that the kiss turned to suck. If I sucked a bit more, it would have turned into a hickey which I dunno whether she’s comfortable with or not. She started grinding her crotch over mine. My cock got hard by now. I am sure she’s wet too.But there’s no way to confirm that without touching her pussy. I told her that I wanna taste her. She also had on the stiff leather collar and the identity tag that marked out all of those that were going through preparation. Her face looked gaunt; dark bags under her eyes testified to nights without sleep. She stared past me with an empty look in her eyes.She'd been brought to one of the interview rooms. "Hello Rachel," I said, pointing to a chair. "Sit down."She looked at me, puzzled. "I have to stand or kneel," she said in a flat voice. "I'm not allowed to sit. The rules say I'm not.