The woman’s hand was missing, no longer in view. What I could see was her wrist and her arm, but her hand was not in view. It was inside me. She loo...ed up at me, a mischievous smile on her face, and I gasped, again. As our eyes connected, I felt her finger open and close inside me, touching the walls of my pussy as if to tickle me from the inside.I felt her fingers close, curl, not fully into a tight fist, but not pointed in a cone shape, either. The woman’s attention went to my pussy and her. Up to now, every agency that I’ve mentioned has some capability to collect information using technical methods, or illegal methods such as espionage. I should emphasize that HUMINT is more than espionage, and in particular, interviewing Cuban refugees is an important current source. The Bureau of Intelligence and Research, in the Department of State, is purely analytic -- but does marry up other intelligence reports with the legal reporting of diplomats. To be more precise, diplomats also do. The camera focusses on her contorted face and then pans slowly down the length of her body and around to reveal the source of her pleasure. I struggle to take it all in - the guys taut buttocks thrusting as his enormous cock stretches her tight pussy and his huge dangling hairy balls banging against her winking asshole, his thick shaft glistening with their mingled lubrication as he pulls back and then slams into her again and again. The camera travels back up to give a full length side view of. "Jeff, can you keep a secret?" she asked."Um ... sure," he said. "What's the secret?" It's not something I'm going to tell you," she replied. "It's something I'm going to do. Or rather, we're going to do together." What do you mean?" Remember this spring when you pulled down my swimming suit?" she asked.Jeff began to grow red. "Yeah. I'm sorry about that." Don't be sorry," she replied. "I'm flattered that you wanted to see my body. In fact, if you want to see it again, I'll let you." What?" he.