PreludeSpending 60 days in country on my first time with Zero Section of the CIA’s SOG section and surprisingly it was boring. Composed mostly of wa...ching, listening and looking at some local nationals for intel on possible operations when you saw her. 5’2 Redhead semi-shapely woman in PT shorts, black unit shirt and a PT belt. Her stature and what not didn’t intrigue me at the time what caught my eye at the time it was something I couldn’t place my hand on. During a routine humanitarian aid. “Now you can talk,” she said softly, just keep it down.My wife long forgotten, my eyes dropped from her face to gaze at her full chest. The sight of her gently swaying breasts with the dark circles and large nipples clearly visible through the transparent material of the gown, caused an immediate throb in my cock, which in all truthfulness, had been erect most of the sexual charged night already.My hands came up, catching a full breast in each hand and feeling hard nipples pressing against each. Before the night sky the dozen disciples emptied their wallets & purses upon the roaring blaze, cash, trinkets, knick knacks- all indicators to past identity swallowed by licks of orange flame, in some way even *harder* to endure than even their previous public lynching. With this ritual immolation, everything of their past identities disappeared in a haze of grey smoke, one more step on the rocky road to self realization. Type written names & photocopies faces went up in dank clouds along. She hesitated as her eyes once again darted around the post office. The looks she felt were obvious curiosity but Becca felt it was not exactly surprised curiosity.Swallowing hard, Becca lowered her bag to the floor and straightened as she brought her hands to the back of her neck under her hair. Her eyes lowered as she brought herself carefully to her knees, closer to James's feet. Her lips parted slightly as she moved, her chest heaving, straining at the confines of her dress. The fabric.