There was no one. He walked over and looked down the hallway, but it was deserted.Steve stood there for two or three minutes, “Guess she must had go...ten a ride.”Had Steve ventured further down the hallway, he would have found Lisa, bent over the principal’s desk, her panties at her ankles, with Mr. Plumber fucking her from behind. Being a foot taller than Lisa, the principal had to squat.With lots of moans and groans, Lisa knew he was close. She soon felt his cock twitch as fresh cum jetted. "Please, don't get up. Unless you think this is a good day to die."I looked around at the eight men seated at the conference table, shook my head and smiled. The biggies were all there; the Director, the Deputy Director, the Executive Director, Operations, Intelligence, Support, General Counsel, and the Inspector General. The only groups not represented were Science and Technology, Military and Public Affairs and The Center for the Study of Intelligence. Dr. Wills once refered to the CSI as. ”It was half true. He filed the manifests with just enough detail to keep the blue caps happy. Doc Clayton’s operation generally made a point of packing the top whatever shit they were sending off in enough synthetic gauze that only a thorough dig would uncover anything more sinister.The key to good smuggling, in Cas’ experience, was flying just below the radar. Never give them too much of an excuse to look too closely. No one questioned bandages and boxes of gloves when there were bigger fish. Jesus. By the time he was done, and had crawled up next to me--hugging me, which was about the only thing that let me know I was still in this world--my brain had turned into a throbbing pile of mush. And I didn't mind one little bit."Boy, it's nice to know I can make Miss Logical scream," he said with a chuckle.I opened my eyes and grinned at him. "Funny, I felt the same way when I saw Mister Research get all glassy-eyed when I jerked him off." He blinked twice, figured out exactly what I.