Back in the bedroom, Dana saw that Mark had laid out his favorite vacation outfit: a tie-dyed t-back dress that fit perfectly and showed off Dana’s ...tunning figure. It too was an “out of town” dress because the fit and plunging neckline made it too risqué to wear with friends or family. Dana also saw a light purple thong and wedge sandals that added a few inches to her height. Still naked, Dana began to blow dry her hair. She was glad that she had closely cropped her pubic area to a “landing. “Lucky bastard”, I whispered. She just smiled and kept looking at the sex happening 4 feet away from us. She put her hand on mine on the railing. I knew she wanted some relief in these times of intense sexual and emotional tensions. I put my arms around her and hugged her to comfort her. She gave me a very tight hug.While i was hugging, i felt her lips on my neck. I felt they were wet too. Or maybe i was just imagining things. Then again, i felt something. This time there was no mistaking it.. "I'm in deep, sir. Under orders to take whatever was dished out without revealing myself. Only if there was a potentially lethal amount of force was I given orders to break cover. That wasn't the case here. A stun gun, bruises, maybe a mild concussion. Your men are out of control, but I'm not lying in a morgue, am I?" Gibbs couldn't help but be a little sarcastic.Turning serious, he let his voice drop. "Nothing causes me to break cover, sir." Even the lethal force might not if it had a chance. My sister used to call you Vickie-Dickie ever since she saw you get wood in your pants last year in class. I didn’t believe her at the time, thought she was exaggerating or bragging. But now I see she wasn’t.”“What do you want from me” Victor stammered, still feeling that his hard-on was a point of derision and not of desire. His damned erection got even greater and a small drop or two of pre-cum was making his white underpants moist. He had a handkerchief in his back pocket, but this was.