While the civilian scientists in the project believed she was just a 'personal assistant, ' her real job was to watch over the civilian researchers. T...o often, civilians suddenly found morality or quickly succumbed to greed, either wanting to expose the 'evils of the government' or worse.The previous project leader had been a nice enough guy—sort of grandfatherly. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really die of a brain aneurism, unless by chance a blood vessel in. He sounded strange, as if drunk, but he’d had no spirits at all. I told Lady Lambert that she should have a doctor visit him, but she wanted to ask him first. Then I heard her cry and ran upstairs to find her on her knees and His Lordship lying on the floor. I had the servants lift him onto his bed, and I sent the coachman for you, and a girl servant for Lady Carter. I hope I did not forget anything.”“No, Ellen, you did everything possible,” Sir Jonathan assured her. “Now, let us have a. "Unff...." My asshole welcomed his finger, opening up more freely, although this man was no stranger. He had been there many times before, and many more times to come. Desperate to be inside me, he stood up, forcing my legs apart without delay. Slowly, he slipped his cock inside my ass, filling me, filling my ache that desired appeasement from his touch. With my legs held up and spread apart, I welcomed him inside me, moaning at his every thrust. It was such an intoxicating pleasure as he began. “I’m Sophie, Sophie Driscoll” she said sweetly, ignoring his hand and leaning in for a soft kiss on the cheek.Her hair smelled softly of coconut, and it brushed against his face like they were old friends.She turned and wished her pupil a good morning. Molly’s heart raced at the sight of her, even from her position at the back of the car, she admired Miss Driscoll more than anyone she had ever met.“Thank you so much for the lift” the teacher said, brushing her hair behind her ear with a girlish.