Whitmore. This is a matter or national security. We simply can’t take the risk that production will be dropped because of a lack of focus.”James...glared at the agent, his hands on his waist. His cock was huge, imposing, hanging between his legs.“You know what we are capable of doing. That is all I’m going to say on the matter. I think it would be in the best interest of the White Energy Project if we continued on with operations as usual, and discuss this in another manner. Move it up. When I came to, I was sprawled out on the ground next to the park bench. It was dawn. Damn, she hit me hard. Fucking Tae-Bo.I picked myself up, went home, rubbed one out, and slept away the rest of the long weekend.Next week at work, Bam! Wendy.Fucked up, huh? Turning every man's dream into my nightmare. Giving me the ability to have any woman, but not letting me control it.Shit happens.The hard-science-fiction types and dungeonmasters are at this point probably salivating for the technical. "He leaned to me and pecked my cheek that time. "Don't be sorry; I love you, sis." I love you too, bro."Then he went to his room, and I was all, but certain he was fucking her. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to deal with the love and lust the best I could, but of course, we both came to realize that we bit off more than we could chew.At least he had Trica, but I had no one. I couldn't resist, but to feel my crotch, and even though my jean shorts and panties, I felt a wet spot. I shook. See what he says." OK." Mr. Horowitz? Paul Elias. I spoke to my agent, Powell Grantham, and he asked me to give you a call." Yeah. Thanks. Listen, Paul, what's with Alex Fain and his agent? Don't they represent you, too?" No, sir. I heard, just recently, that Alex was talking me up to people he was interviewing with. We did a demo tape together. But what he's been saying -- it was news to me." He's selling you like the two of you were attached at the hip. Made a big deal out of your war record..