When she met Colonel Ansel and learned exactly what his black-ops project was doing, she knew that's what she was meant for. And Colonel Ansel thought...she was perfect for the job.While the civilian scientists in the project believed she was just a 'personal assistant, ' her real job was to watch over the civilian researchers. Too often, civilians suddenly found morality or quickly succumbed to greed, either wanting to expose the 'evils of the government' or worse.The previous project leader had. No problem," Anthony replied, drying himself again. But his eyes lingered, a little too long, on Rob's cock. Good sign, Rob thought.Unlike Anthony‘s athletic build, Rob was far more muscular, ripped from years of distance swimming. His dick was also quite large and thick. even when soft. Because of his arousal, it arced out from his groin, slightly extended like a weighted branch, waiting to spring to full attention.Anthony glanced from the corner of his eye as Rob shrugged the last of his. " So I spend the second night horny?" No I'll take care of you after the show." And if she does like it?" Then she still has me alone, and then we invite you to join us." Lets go to breakfast while you think about it."We left for the Campus Diner, as we walked arm in arm, I asked her about Sheila, who I had never met. She was a petite, natural blonde beauty with amazing 32C breasts. Her ass was perfect for this 4'11" beauty, who weighed only about 95 pounds. Sheila was to meet us at the diner. Jason had made the remark that Judge Slaughter wanted to work part time for us when he retired to keep his feet wet - so to speak.At the time that statement was made I thought that the Judge and his wife were looking for a way to spend more time with Jason and Lisa and see the country on our flights. The Judge had already been on several trips as Jason's guest. Everyone was happy, so what the heck - it added one more to the brain trust.As I continued to read, I entered the meat of the letter..