When it was all completed, I noticed her deflated demeanor even more. As if she felt a loss, something never to be had again. Too bad, fuck it!We sat ...here, together, quietly, for what seemed like an hour. Not sure. I, contemplating my next move. Jess? I don’t know, I just didn’t care.Me: “Ok, now that that’s done, this is what we’re going to do next. And you’re going to go along with this without question or complaint. Do you understand?”Jess didn’t say anything. She just waited for the next. I hope you and your family will all do well. Please give my best to General Winthrop.”Annapolis, MarylandMonday, 9:55 AMThe ‘package members’ were talking among themselves a bit. They had had no notice before Friday of this ‘special seminar’ and they all thought it very strange. Jason had a briefcase full of ‘Secret level’ briefing documents in sealed envelopes for them.The group walked around a pink Escalade in the entry drive as they headed into the hotel lobby. Jason turned and quietly. Santa and the elves decided to do some magic at this point, and on the crotch strap appeared a massive dildo which was soon nuzzled and prodded into Sarah’s pussy. Sarah moaned as the massive dildo reamed into her cunt, spreading it wider than any of her lovers or even the girls toys had done when they played in their rooms. The elves watched as Sarah humped the dildo for a minute, and then they took the loose end and tucked it into the back of the harness. Magic took over then, tightening. "My name's D'Artagnan Grenier, I'm born and raised here in New Orleans." He said as he gently took Jasmine's hand and kissed like a true gentleman."So, D'Artagnan, what do you do for a living?" Jasmine asked him."I'm a builder/realtor/architect. Also, I like to rebuild houses for people affected by Katrina in my spare time." D'Artagnan said to her."Well, I'm an office assistant at a marketing firm in Boston." Jasmine replied."That's very nice. So what brings you to the Crescent City?".