Director Haspel spoke up. “Half of it is. The subject was involved in an ongoing scam to get charity money from the US into the hands of the Russian...intelligence services for payment to terrorists and to be used against the interests of the United States. The rest of the background information came from ongoing FBI investigations.”“If I may be so bold, Dubai, Qatar, Yemen, or UAE?” Simone asked.“May I ask how you know about this?” Haspel asked as Richards eyes widened.“As I’m sure you already. She got up and went back to our room , I stayed in the den. Soon she came out wearing her long coat and said she wanted to go for a ride in my four wheel drive. Hell yeah, I said and we loaded up and started down the road, where do you want to go I asked? She said lets hit the power line and see who's at the lake. So we started down the power lines that are only about a half a mile from our house. These lines go up and down steep hills and it's fun to climb them in a truck. On the highest hill. My wife then brought her both nipples into view and opened her legs a bit more, showing her lovely wet gash. She was slowly moving her right leg back and fro, opening up the view in case they could in fact see. As my wife then slouched down in the sun chair a little, she started touching her nipples gently, running her fingers around them making them stand up proudly. My cock was now straining at my shorts, making me lower my hand to stroke it gently. She was watching me touch myself, and. Finally I have the button and zipper undone. As I push them down as his glorious cock pops up to greet me I realize that he has decided to forego the boxer briefs tonight. He knows this excites me as my breath catches again. I stand there still fully clothed staring at this beautiful man that I get to have again. The tattoos on his arms and chest make me want to tease each one by outlining them with my fingertips or tongue, but first I have something else on my mind. I drop to my knees looking.