I grabbed the clicker and started flipping through the channels. I’ve been told I channel-surf like a guy, barely stopping to see what’s on before...going to the next channel. Usually I stop were a guy would to, explosions or boobs. Hey I ain’t to proud to admit it. Those are the things that tend to get my attention. Only this time it was something else that I whizzed past and had to back click to see if I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing. Indeed! There was a news story about the new. There’s an issue the legal attaché needs your help with.”He raised his hands to stop me when I started to speak.“He’ll brief you, Michael, no questions now. I told him we’d have lunch tomorrow, that work for you?”“Sure.”“Legal attaché” was J. Edgar Hoover’s term for FBI agents stationed at U.S. embassies and consulates. Our guy here, José María Garibaldi, was pretty mellow, at least as far as FBI types go, but I’d heard stories about his early career that suggested his mellowness didn’t go very. I arrived at Chloe's house at five thirty, unsure of what to expect.Her house was one of those mini-mansions with pillars framing theentrance that sit close to each other in a gated community. It was afar cry from the small ramshackle place my mom and I called home. Iwasn't the first to arrive (thank god). Gabriella arrived right beforeme and Daphne arrived at almost the same time. They were bothchauffeured by their parents. I was on foot.Chloe air kissed each of us and we were ushered inside.. I stretched and opened my eyes, and seeing this man, gasped and tried to struggle. He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. He took advantage of my gasp to shove his dick into my mouth. Shhh, he said. Youre all right, just be a good girl and this will all be over soon. I have to admit I was incredibly turned on. Of course I was, I was having my fantasy come true. He held me down and gagged me on his dick for a few more thrusts before I started raising my head to suck it more. Oh my god.