The same swift boat that brought the UN prosecutors also delivered him. He came on board with his personal assistant, who also happened to be a big bo...bed blond. I wondered if there was a special boarding school for the higher education of political assistants. Hell maybe even a breeding farm. I shook my head to clear it of the Dramamine and those wild thoughts.The latest blond bombshell to come aboard, walked up to me and said, “You do know that you work for the American CIA?”“Is there a Swiss. He had the mos pubic hair around the base of his cock but he also had on his sack. These hairs ran along my tongue as I worked on him. He gave a shake of his body as I let out a moan. My pussy was on fire and my thoughts were only of lust,i shifted my mouth from one ball to the other getting them nice and wet. Looking down at me with a pale face he grabbed my head and led my mouth back to his candy stick all the while groaning for more. I didn't hesitate I flicked my tongue along his pee. I arrived completely disheveled, feeling helpless, weak and feeling pretty low about my scenario. Kim on the other hand was the exact opposite, standing tall in her 4 in heels and a tight, light purple mini skirt with matching halter top. She said that I had already wasted her day and that if I'll be living with her then there are groundrules that need to be laid out. She showed me to her spare room that had once belonged to her rommate a few years ago. It was extremely feminine, light pink. I shed my disguise and hit the shower. No surprise, a retired FBI agent was right on my tail. Literally.The Four Seasons recording was colorless in its droning, businesslike slog. And horrifying since we knew what was left unsaid, what the context was.It took me a few moments to make the connection. Folsom’s voice, his tone, his ... understated eloquence, reminded me of Hardmore’s own quiet fluency. And, in a way, of the chilling calmness emanating from the text of “Mud People”.Folsom kicked.