"You look beautiful hun, just what I was hoping for; come here," he whispered hoarsely and reached out to pull me to him.I immediately tried to step b...ck out of his reach but he gripped my forearm and pulled me forward. As he did his other hand came up and slapped me soundly across the face. It was what the inmates referred to as a 'bitch slap', and it really stung. My eyes started to water.Eddie took a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to my teary eyes."Now Michele, don't cry; I would. I hate pretense. I have always shunned the limelight. I tend to like the shadows. But, these days, my talents have been in demand. I was bouncing from one case to another. I was going to a meeting with Military Intelligence. I had my FBI and MY NSA ID's. The south entrance of the Pentagon was just like an airport. Metal detector, heavy armed security, and bunches of people bouncing back and forth through the turnstiles. I entered the building, wearing my gun, and pinning my ID's on a. They looked real enough and had been also painted a color thatmatched my lips.Well, gee, I suppose I could be in Lucky or some other fucking magazine.I was starting to get upset. I wished that Jimmy would come back; atleast then maybe my brain would go all fuzzy again. Being a woman wasactually better with him and the strange intoxicating effect thataccompanied him. This was too real and I had to pee and I didn't want tohave to do too much with these new nails on my hands."Okay, so we're done,". She pants, pants turn into deep breaths as I crawl my way on top of her slowly inching my hand in between her clinched legs. Lynn's mouth may be saying no but the river of wetness I come in contact with as my hand reached her vagina screamed yes. "Open your legs" I whisper into her ear as our cheeks meet. Lynn submits and spreads as far wide as she can. I place one hand firmly over her mouth and guide my eager tool back and forth over her clitoris. "You want this, don't fight me" I say as I.