" She put her hand over her mouth. "Oops. Don't think Iwas supposed to say that. Well, it'll be our secret. Just us gals."She leaned close to eac... of them, bending slightly to put her faceopposite theirs because they were so short, and gave each an air kiss."Now you two get the house nice and clean. Bye bye."Off she went, her shapely bottom wiggling. The men-turned-sissieslooked at each other with concern. Their spouses discouraged them fromdiscussing what went on but Bob whispered,. "Nope, can't help you", I whimped. "What is she doing?",I thought. I really wanted to run, but my whole body was in grid-lock. She quickly introduced herself as Christina. She spoke knd of fast, but not really(I'll explain latter). Then introduced her son. Now I knew coming into this conversation, that the littl guy in her shopping cart was more than likely her offspring. But like we established earlier, I was just doing some freelance photography. Rite!? Wrong!Miss Thing had to go and. He didn't seem the type to just want to add another notch to his bedpost. George instead acted as if he genuinely loved making others feel good through sexual contact. Because of that feeling, I knew that he'd be perfect for topping me. It had been a while since I'd allowed someone to penetrate me, but as George began bottoming out in my rectum, I knew that I'd made a good choice."That's it... oh shit, that's good... damn I think I might... cummm! Arrrggghhh!"GeorgeMy plan worked well as Bob. It would work again.So that Saturday we loaded a couple 22's into the trunk of my car. I dropped Jason off at a mall in Redondo Beach and headed to the office.I wondered who these people were. The Government? Those behind the Government?It took me a while to find a parking spot. The building was fairly good sized and one of a dozen others just like it. Not an obvious Government building. CIA?The office I was looking for was on the top floor and when I entered I was awed by the opulence. A very.