“I want you to cum in your thong tonight, and put it in a zip-lock bag and place it in a brown envelope and leave it on your doorstep when you leave...in the morning.”“Oh, okay sir, why?”“Because I told you to, The thong must be soaked in your cum, and I mean, soaked.”“Okay sir, I will.”“Now, move your hands, I want to see those tits.”At last, I thought, I moved my hands and showed him my firm breasts, my nipples were hard and erect. I was now topless, in just one week, I had let two men see me. I reached down into his jeans pocket and fished out the Zippo. I lit up, inhaled deeply and then placed the Zippo back in his pocket. I moved my hand from his pocket and reached down and squeezed his now-softening rod again. A small drop of spunk came up on the head. I pulled off the Red, bent down and licked it up. I rolled my tongue over the surface to get all I could. My own cock was still dribbling cum that landed on my boots. I squeezed and then stuffed myself back into my jeans as I. One pushed my head in between her thighs. My mouth went straight to her cunt. The other woman started to suck my ass-hole. Don't ask me which, I didn't know and didn't care. My tongue was rapidly licking her clit and she started to swear and blaspheme. It was like music to my ears. There is nothing like hearing a woman in the throes of sexual bliss swearing and blapheming at the top of her voice. I moved over to the other woman and di the same to her. The first woman was lying back. But, I could believe that she thinks she's getting stale. After all, we've had her in pretty much the same spot for eight years." Well, if she wants to get her hands dirty in field operations, we ought to be able to find a place for her," Harper commented. "Maybe six months or a year out in some grubby little hole out in the field would make L.A. look pretty good to her. God knows, there ought to be someplace that we could find for her like that." Can't think of anything right now, at least.