I jumped."It feels too good..." I whispered, "Please stop..." You can make me lick your dirty asshole, but I can't rub your littlecock?" She rubbed it...harder."Please... please stop..."She pressed forward and we slumped to the ground. She was on top of mepressing me down. I tried to move and couldn't. She was grinding herhips into my backside."Ummm, that was fun... and THIS is fun too, but you better get changed andcleaned up. You need to finish your homework, and I better get hometoo."Stacey. I looked at him and he was an older man, a bit on the heavy side while I was twenty and slim. As he continued rubbing my thigh, his hand moved to my crotch and he began rubbing my throbbing cock through my jean's. Next thing I know he begins to unzip my pants. To anyone who ever wore tight pants and tried to take your hard cock out while sitting, then you know the difficulty he was having. While he was trying to get my cock out, he unzipped his pants and took his limp cock out. He told me to. “Hello, Tyrone,” the well-dressed tall red head greeted him.“Hi, Rita,” the spy-in-training appeared to take it all in.“My colleagues have brought you here under false pretenses. The truth is that you didn’t fail out of the process. You passed off the charts! So well, in fact, that we’re bringing you here for Dorado training. I’m your personal handler and this,” she said pointing to a large beefy redneck, “is Bill McFadden. He will be in charge of your training. We’re preparing you to join our. "Now get it done while our window is still open please."She nodded and bent to her computer screen, inputting several pieces of data and letting it know which target she wanted to prosecute. The idea was to put the ship on a direct intercept course, a collision course in fact, and then, when 400,000 kilometers out, to release a torpedo and set it drifting on that course. The ship could then turn away and move to another position while the torpedo drifted on. By the time the torpedo was detected.