The coach reached Cassie first and pushed her onto her knees. “Only use your mouth and look at me when you’re sucking my cock, loser.” He force...ully slid his cock into the back of Cassie’s mouth. I could hear her gagging immediately from the force entry; as two of them men advanced on my exposed body. I obediently fell to her knees and took one in my mouth. I eagerly deep-throated the first hard cock. It was maybe 6-inches, and I felt like a pro exerting my sexuality over him. I quickly. I have barely even touched the idea of masturbation (no pun intended), let alone consensual sex. And now, this! What does it mean? What was I feeling? I was so confused and alone! And just like that, Mom pulls up in that familiar truck to see me sobbing. Oh my God, Jessie! Are you alright? Wheres Alex?! she shouted as she ran to comfort me. Right here, Mom, he said from behind me. He was watching me the whole time?! What is going on? We went home in silence. Mom never asked us what happened.. She was Amalya Trepper, and she worked for the KGB. Espionage and intrigue were deeply embedded in her family history. Her uncle was Leopold Trepper, a shadowy and mysterious figure. For a time he had served as the controller for the western section of the notorious "Rote Kapelle" spy ring in World War II, and he held the rank of colonel in Soviet intelligence. His cover was as a Belgian businessman, name of Jean Gilbert. Gilbert -- my, my, what a coincidence.The particular operation. Little did I know what he had planned or I might have declined.We had packed no clothes suitable for a state dinner so we had some hurried shopping to take care of. We drove down to one of the malls where there were some high end clothing stores. First we went into a dress shop. We were met by a saleslady who introduced herself as Elizabeth Anderson. I told her that both ladies needed dresses for a state dinner. I had told Grace that I would be picking up the tab so get the best she could.