And so I write all this down to remember it, to have a reminder of what my life was like. But I won’t really need to remember the location of the in...uction classes, the names of the instructors, the codes and procedures I was to follow and all the rest of it, will I? Especially because even writing it down is a criminal offence. And so I’ll keep it vague and brief (as ever, ahem) just to be safe.What comes to mind when you hear the word ‘spy’? St John Philby? George Smiley? Jason Bourne? A man. Help us. We need your help. Roll out it on his cock. Do the best you can. It's not difficult. Try it and you will succeed.”“Can I help to her?” Daddy asked timidly.“No my dear, we need to teach her. Do you still hesitate?” She smiled at me.“Don't be shy. It's so nice. Pull over his cock this fucking condom.”Daddy hugged her and pressed my mother to his body. He was sweaty and hot. She leaned over and pulling out the legs, lay down on his chest. I saw, his cock curled into a tight arc but was. She said that she had always had a crush on me and on the day before she had seen a few shirtless pics of mine on my fb timeline. My toned abs had supposedly turned her on and so she had decided that she wanted my dick in her. I was still a bit dazed by the turn of events and didn’t know how to react. Though my dream was coming true in front of me it still felt wrong. I couldn’t break my friends trust and i told her so. She smiled and replied she had something that could change my mind and with. 'She motioned for him to follow, which he thoroughly enjoyed, admiring her ass in the tight skirt. However, they crossed over to the East side parking garage instead of the nearby West one. The less-used one, Dave mused.Which it truly was, particularly on the lowest level. Dave stepped out of the elevator and laughed. The only car visible was a classic Rolls Royce. Jen leaned against the front bumper, still in her chauffeur cap and glasses, smiling."Where," he said between guffaws, "where did.