Their car windows were open, just like ours, and we could hear how they whistled at us and one of them even encouraged us to do some other things with...each other. It seemed they wanted to see a little more than us girls kissing. And if Ilse hadn't said, "Girls, please, don't flash those boys!" I'm sure that I would have done exactly that. I already had my hands on the hem of my dress to lift it over my head. However, I think Ilse had asked us not to flash, because she had been a little afraid. ”My hands were shaking as I reached for his zipper. I was trying to think of any way out of this. I reached into his pants and felt a warm soft cock of another man. As I pulled it out, I was surprised how dark it was and also how big it was. He said, “On your knees faggot and get to work.”Nothing could ever top the humiliation I felt going to my knees. His cock was staring me right in the face. I was hoping something or someone would rescue me from this humiliation. He said, “Start sucking, we. I slithered up her body, kissing and dragging my tongue across her body as I came up and layed beside her. She rolled over on her side, put her hands on my face and pulled me into our first, deep kiss as lovers. She opened her mouth and I quickly slid my tongue into her mouth searching out her own. Our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths as we kissed with the passion of new young love. Our hands were roaming all over the other’s body. I brought my hands up to her chest and mauled her. Max the Enforcer was simply another language, a tool, a method for blending in. No one had called him by his real name in over fifteen years. To everyone who knew his true name, he was dead, lost in an operation deep in a godforsaken Columbian jungle. Now, for the time being, he was Max the Enforcer. From experience, he knew that if one looked the part and spoke the part, no one questioned who you really were. The CIA trained him to run black ops. Because of this, he preferred to be faceless,.