Every bit of boyishness left not onlyher face but her posture too. She didn't think she was a twelve-year-old boy anymore, she was a thirty-nine-year...old woman. Her name wasn'tJustin her name was Karen and she could remember everything that hadhappened to her. She knew who had done it to her and she was lookinginto the face of her tormentor, Patty.There were so many emotions going through her mind she couldn't decidewhich to express, consciously or even subconsciously. She settled onusing. ???" Uh, not really," Lindy replied, "actually a friend of mine recommendedyou, all I know is what I saw in your ad!!!" Leaning back in her chairthe woman, who was named Steffi explained, "We have a clientele, who demandabsolute anonymity, so we here at Pleasure Inc., make sure that their needsare taken care of in a most discreet manner!!!" "Both our male andfemale members," she continued on, "receive sexual gratification throughsmall openings in a wall separating them from the providers!!!". As she was helping me back to the couch, I figured I might as well have a little fun. Just as I was sitting back, I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. She landed almost straddling me, and our eyes met."What the hell, Andy? I could have landed on your leg!" Emily yelled."Relax Em. I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate you staying with me today. It means a lot."I can tell." Emily said through a smirk as she sat on my lap, my cock getting harder with each second she was on top. After lunch and plenty of private conversation, we went to the Russian air base where the teams were disassembling the final short range nuclear missiles and war heads.The final missile fuel tank was mounted on a stand. In front of hundreds of media from Europe and America, President Orbatch and I cut the tank in two with a big band saw.We then cut off two, two inch wide sections that were like a giant ring. We presented the rings to each other as souvenirs in front of the media as an end to.