If she was pumped up on steroids and bulging with muscles everywhere, if her facial features were masculine, if she wore her hair short and natural or...if she was transgendered and sporting a big ole, juicy, fat cock, he would make that woman the center of his lust to the extent it would become a maniacal obsession. He would spend endless hours, furiously masturbating, thinking about being pulverized by these she-men, beaten to a bloody pulp, ****d against his will, and had no reason to. They all gave the same name, of a person in their immediate chain of command, who had gone missing when the shit hit the fan.Both the FBI and the CIA were actively searching for CIA supervisor Lyle Barns, the man who ordered the three covert agents to violate the law, and my rights. He had a lot to answer for. My attorney said that the government had changed its position, and was actively seeking a settlement with me.That was, until two days ago. Damn it anyway! John Gilchrist called me, asking. She didn’t answer the last question. Then amit sir asked againAmit Sir : Do you think having an affair is good thingKanan: Ahhhh what to say sir, I don’t know about this.Amit Sir : [With a laugh] ha ha ha…..you don’t know??????Kanan : [now she was sure that Amit sir knows everything] what do you mean by that sir..Amit sir stood from his seat and walked towards the door, it was a sliding door and then he slide the door to max it can close. Then he turn towards Kanan and smiled and said;Amit Sir:. " I said softly, getting comfortable. "You just think about baseball for awhile, okay?" B-Baseball?" He stiffened as I reached between us, feeling his cock throbbing as I shifted my hips, rubbing his wet cockhead across my humid sex."I want you to fuck me a long time." I nodded. "As long as you can." Ohhh ... yeah ... Okay..." He was putting his hands on my back, moving slowly as if I'd tell him not to or something."That feels nice..." I breathed. "Can you feel that, Carl? That's your white.