Should I wake him now, I wondered. Maybe I could have woken him with myfingers teasing and caressing, or I could sneak under the quilt and kissit awak.... Could I do that? Feel his erection swelling against my lips,inside my mouth? How would that feel for him, waking to find me happilysucking him?I'd wanted to last night, I'd fantasised about doing that for a manoften enough, but as passionate as we'd been, last night had felt like ataster; some kind of gentle introduction into each other's. I'm at the bosses house every morning for breakfast. I've since found out that they actually make coffe by mixing their own pee with water, about 50:50 before brewing it. They kept asking me if I wanted a cup, I kept saying no, then one day I drank some. It actually tasted more like salty coffee than pee, I have a cup with them every morning. The reason I'm there, when they are seated for breakfast, I stand next to the table and lift my dress or skirt so that they can each get a small juice. I felt the warmth of several streams of cum hitting my back, it felt like my back was completely covered with his thick semen. For the next few minutes the three of us just laid there, quietly as if we all were comprehending what had just happened. Isiah was the first to get up and he grabbed the towel he originally walked in with and cleaned my back off. It really felt like he made a huge mess back there but he managed to clean me up completely. I got up and gathered my clothes, both pieces. ”“OK. I’ll organise it and I’ll let you know.”Three days later Pat is skimming through the video of the compound collected over the last thirty-six hours. He’s going through at ten times the normal speed and slowing down when something is of interest. The video is high quality and from the satellite, but it’s not high definition. He can make out when an individual is moving but not who it is.He smiles when he spots a group of cartel soldiers working on the ridge where the CIA said Pat should.