Marcus' note said they took a little longer to put together but they were legit.It was a little more difficult to set up a new identity for an America... citizen. The U.S. government had few law enforcement agencies that were excluded from the national fingerprint database. It was even compiling a DNA marker database. Something so innocuous as a stray hair in a room could be traced back to a person if the government was inclined to look for it.It was the main reason that Marcus always insisted. After we enjoyed the eats she led me to her bedroom with jasmine scented candles and some sensual music playing.She explained that she had been lonely since her husband had past away three years prior.I comforted her placing my arms around her, pulling her close for a sensual kiss and telling her that I understood.I began to rub her shoulders and told her to lie on her stomach on the bed where I could perform a more complete massage,beginning first with her feet then calves and when I got to. A young black man in a white lab coat rushed up to me. “We weren’t expecting you to wake so soon. Please come with me.”I nodded, and followed him out of the room. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, as we walked down a white hallway.“The boss wants to see you as soon you woke.”We went through a plain doorway on the left side of the hall. Through it was the familiar room, with Mistress sitting on her throne. She was wearing the same dress as she wore on the first day I met her.“Wait here,” the. Within minutes, she was standing in front of her son-in-law, totally naked. Both our eyes bulged as we took in her body (though he had the better view). From the side view, I could see her curvy long legs going up to a round full arse, up to a slightly hairy back (she's Indian remember). Her left boob drooped a little against her ribcage. For any age, she looked good but for a woman of 49, she looked great. I felt a tingele in my pussy and it was throbbing again. Besides, however arousing I.