“I’m fucking with you, she said laughing. “I’m going to hold my judgement until I see this in person. I hate to judge what people do in the be...room.”When Saturday night arrived, I was running late from work and I brought my clothes with me and showered at Lori’s apartment. She had stopped for the beer and I had plenty of weed. I always had plenty of weed, and we were off to Carl’s for Spoogeapalooza-a name I liked much better.The party was like any other we’d go to. Hot drunk girls and their. She was in business attire. A nice jacket with a skirt. The skirt showed off her nice legs and as she got closer I could begin to see she was wearing sheer pantyhose. We got to talking and she mentioned she was going to an interview and that was the reason for the outfit. She told me about the job, but all I could think about was her legs. They looked so amazing covered in pantyhose. Very silky, with a little shine. I glanced down a few times hoping she wouldn’t see me looking. Couldn’t help. Not in the BDSM sort of dominance, like leather, whips, and chains, but Ron was making me more demure, more feminine, and Tony was being just his normal, gentle self. The difference was I was showing more of my female-ness to Tony, which was making him think he was more of a stallion than he really was. Not that I didn’t love Tony. I truly did, to my very core. But I also loved Ron, or more precisely, what Ron did to me with his cock. Tony was gentle, kind, and caring in bed, and would ensure I. After a year, she was finally an Agent!Waiting outside Minerva's office, that initial elation had given way to nervousness. She really didn't know what to expect. She was, she supposed, about to receive an assignment. She could be sent anywhere in Union space, to work on any project that the Agency though was appropriate. The standard procedure for new Agents was to pair them up with a senior Agent for on-the-job training. To get the new person used to working in the field, handling issues that.