One in 40 in that demographic, they said at the time, so at least 50 guys who were ready and willing and minutes away, though you might be waiting in ...ine. Girls? Plenty put out, but the process took time. I became one of those 50. Word gets around. When I began my second year at McGill, half they guys I’d been blowing returned to school and my schedule. Eight guys from day one. Twenty four blowjobs a week, which for me was enough to get grounded and started. Get into that kind of casual sex,. Then I kissed her pubic mound. It had a very nice crop of brown hair to match her head. Jenny had more hair down there than the others had but she was older. I parted the hair with my fingers and kissed her slit. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and kissed her clitoris and then poked my tongue into her vagina. I loved it! It tasted fresh and clean. It tasted better than Billie Jo’s pussy had tasted. Jenny allowed me to take all the time that I wanted too. I knew that I could take an hour. Up to that point, I had always reveled in being the dominant partner demanding all sorts of kinky responses from my female recruits in passion.I was sent by my supervisor to our satellite temporary office in the suburbs to review the performance of the newly-hired clerks to determine if they were suitable for continued employment. It was a reason for me to almost gleefully twist my hands because I knew there would be a veritable bevy of young nubile female clerks probably more than willing to. “That was luck,” Mike said with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders.James studied Mike and then asked, “Did you know that in certain circles you have become known as the Hunter because of your ability to find terrorists?”“I’ve heard that,” Mike answered shifting in his chair.James considered his options. He asked, “What will you work on if I return you to the domestic side of the house? There’s not much going on there.”“I’ll track down the hundred most wanted terrorists that remain,” Mike.