"George, I appreciate your having had Milt Morgan brief me on that Goldfish Bowl project last week. As I understand it the purpose of the project is t... find out who might be involved in stealing the patent rights to high tech inventions with military potential. You want to setup a covert listening post in Florida to spy on those who are spying on us. Have I got it right?" I'd say you have summarized it quite accurately," the Secretary replied."Ever since I heard about the project," the Senator. His dick was already hardening, and more than filled my hand."You are a forward young lady." Let's see how forward, shall we?" I had to stand on tip-toe, but I kissed him."Um, I think this has definite possibilities." I think so." His dick had stiffened even more, and it felt like it was straining the front of his trousers.We spent the next few minutes kissing. Eventually we settled on a chair, and I regretted not wearing a skirt. His fingers explored down there; with a skirt he only would have. She would stay in control. Even if meant pushing herself to the very limits of her own endurance.Heather wasn't going to make it.It was her third class of the morning. The mental assault was relentless. This time Brad openly stared at her with a smarmy smile on his face as she struggled. She squirmed in her seat both from the agony of her aching arousal and the lascivious scrutiny.Heather kept trying to tell herself that she was in control. They were just thoughts and desires. It wasn't like. She got hold of Marilyn while we were in the air—government pilots don't worry about cell phones messing up their instruments, which has always been silly, the way commercial ones do—and found she was scheduled to do a Boheme in South America. After that she'd go over to Europe for Don Carlo and Faust, and then on to New York for an extended stay at the Met.But it seemed that I had bookings too, or at least offers, when I phoned Sam at Marilyn's urging. When the company had been forced to.