“I have the Kincades and two others,” she told the older man sitting behind the desk.“Show them in,” the man said, as he rose from his chair a...d moved around to the front of the desk, as we four entered and the door closed behind us. The man facing us was the Director of Operations for the Agency. The sign on his desk only said Tony, and we had heard Marge, the Administrator of the Training Facility, call him that on the phone. He was a tall man at about 5’-10’’, about 180 pounds or so, and. “Don’t let Jordan into your world and let him work his mojo on you,” she said pleadingly.“…and please don’t let him turn you into one of he’s faggot fucks,” She whispered and kissed me.“Remember, don’t let Jordan work his magic on you,” She left saying.So I didn’t have Gina was for a while, so it was back to life on my own once again.The first week went without any hitches or dramas, a matter of fact no visitors.I didn’t even see Jordan all week, and then Sunday happened.On Sunday I went for an. He could give Rose thesilent treatment, but he was not going to be so petty as not to sharetheir bed with her."Gott dammit Peter, we might be mad at each other, but you should bemature enough to come to bed with me." Listen here Rose, I am not in the mood to be around you. You make myblood boil. You don't even see what you did as wrong. Just think ifpeople found out I was dressed like a woman. You know that some peoplewould lose all their respect for me, even before hearing the entirestory." No. I almost gushed. I could feel the tightness of her t-shirt over my head and the tops of my shoulders, the tension seemed to be keeping my face buried in her stomach and ribs. I started licking her deliciously, my eyes catching glimpses of her simple pink cotton bra. Both of my hands slid up the sides of her body, up along her ribs. My wrists caught her t-shirt and I pushed it up all the way so that my palms ran over the sides of her bra and ended up cupping her armpits. It was cleanly shaven. I.