He had tried to sign her up earlier for Amateur Night, but was told that only the contestant could sign the entry form. So this was where he had taken...her. She started to protest saying that she would not have a chance dancing against all the young pretty girls who had already signed up. He shut her up by saying I told you that this is my way of proving, that you are still an attractive woman. Besides look at what has already happened to you, especially in the restroom, you would still be in. Kelvin signed without hesitation. Of course, it contained the standard non-disclosure statment. The five-foot-six-inch, caramel-skinned, spy made it back to the conference room to knosh on finger sandwiches and tapas with the other spooks.After speaking with his direct boss, Rita Kennedy, Kelvin spotted U.S. Army Captain Travers Sutton.CPT Sutton was a twenty-eight year-old, detachment commander of the hostage rescue unit with which Kelvin had worked in Syria. The white man had grown up in. Having his eyes on me made me feel both exposed and excited. As he layed in his bed, I climbed on top of him and tried to straddle his big, hairy chest. He smiled happily at the sight of my hard dick just inches from his face and I smiled back. I felt his large manly hands on my ass and I leaned forward pushing my cock and balls against his face, he softly licked and kissed them. It felt amazing. He slid his hairy hands up my chest and his finger tips found my sensitive little nipples and began. “You may,” I said. “Provided I am allowed to undress you first.”Celeste giggled and blushed. She collapsed onto my chest and curled up for a moment.“Okay,” she said finally, so quietly that I might have missed it if I hadn’t been listening so intently.“Okay,” I said in reply. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”We stood face to face. I had kicked my shoes off, so we were both barefoot. Celeste had on a pretty, flowered dress, and I had on khakis and a white silk shirt. She stood in front of me, looking.