I don't want you or me tripping on it when we come forward."His instructions were clear and calm. She nodded that she understood the simple task. She ...as told what to do and why it had to be done."Also, I want you to take off that ski jacket and put on either a vest or the full jacket I brought aboard. They are 'floater coats' and if by some accident you fell in, they will act like lifejackets and keep you afloat. Bring me up a vest while you're at it, please."Ingrid went below and took one of. Then he again asked me that I really didn’t saw any cock like his I said yes. He then kept one on his legs on mine and came nearer to me asked how much long you has.I said its very short let it be uncle. He again came closer to me and let me see how much long. Now I can feel his cock touching my buttocks. The light was off in the bus and everybody was sleeping. He made me face towards upside and slowly put his hand inside my shorts. When he touched my cock I got a small shock in my body bcoz it. She looked spent but satisfied, her hair in much greater disarray than it did after the episode against the fridge. I don't know if her eyes were closed because she kept her face turned into the rug."Ma'am," I said, "I hope you understand this was necessary for the security of the nation. If you'd like to register a complaint..."I didn't finish. What was the point? The words were obviously inadequate as an excuse for what had happened. What was done was done and I would have to pay the piper. She had three long-term relationships, all of which petered out (sorry, pun not intended nor accurate) after five or more years. She was sure the first two were due to the on-call nature of her work at the time, hence the move to her current position. Unfortunately, number three also took a hike, so she had been doubting her ability to make a man happy. Caring man that I am, I worked hard (pun now intended) to disabuse her of that notion.Why was I so concerned? Things were going really, really.