One of her hands landed on his waist, as if she were grabbing onto him for balance. Her fingers dug into him, then suddenly brushed over the front of ...is body.Her hand glided over the hardness of his cock jutting into his pants. The tips of her fingers slipped over the shape through the fabric like she was reading Braille. His body filled with a sharp breath and he dug his fingers deeper into her. Curling. Stroking. Grinding. Pulling and pushing within her honeyed sheath until she squeezed them. It was undoubtedly from the American agent whose code name was IO. The message read:Dr Fa. Do not be alarmed. This message will not appear in any computer log or stored history. You have the only copy.This seemed impossible to Fa Lau-sung. He was a computer expert; no one in China knew more about the internet than he. He knew – KNEW – that everything and anything sent on the internet must be recorded in many computers; each node that a part of the message went through would have it. This IO. Helene was almost delirious. She had forgotten all about the previous scare and was now enjoying this crazed masturbation by her husband. As for me, I was just standing there… getting wetter and wetter so much so that I started rubbing my own breasts and stroking my strap on as if I was a man, with a real dick! Then Henry seemed to snap out of it… Helene had moaned one too many times and she was on the brink of orgasming! So this was it, this was the moment. He stood aside and motioned me to. Mike was on the ground level treating a fractured leg that was brought in recently. Theresa Maria Conchita Slicker, Jake's new bride and the town's schoolteacher, was tearing cloth for bandages when not assisting anybody else.Colleen Cooper, Dr. Mike's sixteen-year-old adopted daughter, was upstairs assisting in changing dressings from burn injuries. As always, whenever she was helping out in the Clinic, her hair was tightly done up in a bun, hiding its full length and softness.Grace was over.