The sun was at our backs, shining on the plants, making them glow. He smiled at me, nodded, winked, and disappeared. I drifted into a very deep sleep....itch was licking my face. That was unusual for her, as it usually was Spook who woke me with a cold nose. I reached out to give her an ear scratch, but she shook her head and backed away looking toward the door of the bedroom. Thinking she really needed to go out badly, I got out of bed and followed the two dogs out of the bedroom.Instead of. Hathaway leaned back in the chair and reflected on the specialassignment he'd been given. Six months ago the Director of the CIA, DonFielder, had summoned him to his office to discuss the establishment ofthe Covert Strategic Council (CSC). Director Fielder envisioned the CSCas a clandestine adjunct and advisory board to the Executive Staff ofthe CIA. Its purpose would be to address the agency's critical failuresand assess the underlying reasons. And, most significantly, toformulate corrective. Bending your head closer to mine you respond 'don't care' and quickly take possession of my mouth. Being shocked by your bold move I just stand there, no response. As you push your body against mine I say quietly 'please I really can't'. One of your hand grabs my hair and you pull my head a little back, exposing my neck you start to kiss a little trail up to my ear. 'sure you can' you answer while your other hand sneaks up, stroking over my belly towards my right breast. Feeling my nipple. "What for?" he asked "Tasted fucking great!" he laughed.I collapsed onto the bed next to him. He turned towards me, his still hard dick rubbed against my thigh. I reached down and grabbed it, started to jerk it slowly."Want to suck me again?" he asked "You do it good for a newbie." I rolled over and he moved up so that my face was above his head again. There was precum all over his head, shaft and belly. I started like I had the first time, licking up the shaft. I engulfed his head and first.