. but they weren’t in the select club he was a member of. He was a step up the ladder.So ... I was surrounded by the general run of the federal abc�...�s and they were hammering questions I couldn’t answer ... because I didn’t know ... when Colonel Robert Ott, USMC (ret), Esq. DJS (Doctor of Juridical Studies) slammed open the door and marched into the office.This act startled the alphabet soup so much that one young agent was unthinking enough to pull his gun.“That, son, was a serious mistake, I’d. I closed the folder and stared at Bartholomew in silence. He cleared his throat and asked me, “Your decision, Mr. Renard?” I studied Bartholomew, trying to get a sense of him before I asked, “Five million dollars to break a woman’s heart?” “I assure you this is not personal. I want you to know that I find this situation vulgar, and certainly take no pleasure from it. I am doing a job, that is all,” he answered calmly. “What are you getting paid for this job,” I asked him coldly. “I will be. I had the hairbrush in my throat, and my fingers in my cunt, and I was at it for ages. I’d been practicing sucking the hairbrush for a while, because it felt like something a sexual person like me should know how to do. I hadn’t had sex, but I was, in my mind, as sexy as those hookers, and I wanted to know how to do it. So in went the hairbrush, and I frigged myself stupid.And when I eventually emerged from my room, I found mum, flushed, emerging from hers, and we shared a knowing little glance. Pressing her fingers firmly at the top of her mons her breath caught as she felt the tightening of her vagina. She slid her fingers lower and stroked the puffy lips that were beginning to moisten. She slid her fingers slowly into the moistness and her hips lifted and she pressed her fingers into her vagina and wetted her fingers and teased her clitoris with rapidly circular motions. Now her other hand was busy fingers pinching and pulling the nipple of her left breast. A shudder passed through.