Hot coffee was waiting and breakfast was soon on our plates. I read the updates handed to me by agents between coffee and food.Iran was still conducti...g their massive military exercises; all US installations and troops in the Middle East were up one alert level. The Generals and State Department thought that was all that was necessary. The CIA satellites were trying to watch everything in close-up living color to see what we could learn.Frank Love and Art Cummins wanted a MTAC ASAP. I walked. He said that his boss is due to come and he had asked me to arrange for a call girl for him though is 70 years of old but has fucked many ladies from his office, I said oh that’s nice and told him my plan to which he was not ready I said don’t worry, my plan was that Sachin will introduce me to his boss as a call girl and he and boss will fuck me together in same room same bed. Finally, he agreed.So next day Sachin called me again and confirm I said yes I am confident of it, so he gave me the. She managed to free one hand then the other, in an attempt to swat away the hands behind her. The hands lifting her dress. the hands stroking her thighs, the hands caressing her knickers. Whilst all the time she had her mouth wrapped round the old man’s tongue. As she tried to free herself from the amorous kiss, it was letting the hands behind her have a free reign. Involuntarily she felt her legs open ever so slightly. Soon she was less resistant to the mouth on hers.She felt the zipper on her. The fire was going and she’d made homemade eggnog, well laced with brandy. The doctor had said to go easy on the liquor, but it was Christmas—at least it was four days before Christmas—and this was a last-ditch effort to lift Stan up and over the season. Their anniversary was in March. Maybe he’d see that as a new goal to reach if they could get through Christmas. Then, maybe there’d be another one after that the two of them could strive toward. The two of them. Sylvia hadn’t thought about.