She smiled naughtily and came near me. She leaned on the wall in my side and put her left hand over my shoulder.“I know you’d ask this, you dirty ...oy,” she said.“No. I wasn’t gonna ask, but I can’t keep you standing like this,” I said.“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.”She didn’t believe it, but it was the truth. I was kind of disappointed that she didn’t believe me. She started stroking my dick with her right hand slowly. Her soft hands touching my thick cock. It was an amazing feeling.She paused,. As my vision began to clarify, I blinked looking forward. In front of mewas a wall coated in the most girly pink color I could imagine. A white,framed poster was centered on the wall with several young boys posing and"One Direction" printed underneath. Looking around, I saw an assortmentof feminine and girly things adorning the walls and all-white furniture.I could see crumpled dresses, lacy panties and bras, leggings, balled-uptights, and a few strappy heels strewn about the floor. Looking. Please-se-se..." she moaned softly.I felt a movement on my shoulder, as Izzy's hair tickled me there. I turned my head slightly as I thought, "Good morning, Sunshine! I'm sorry if we woke you."Mikeya moaned as the head of my cock began penetrating her anal ring. Izzy looked quickly to see what had caused Mikeya to moan, but couldn't see under the covers."Would you like to know what she's feeling?" I thought to Izzy.Izzy nodded her head like I could see it, but I felt her curiosity. So I. That woman is not Scarlett Muffley,” Kitty declared.“NSA is convinced she’s a Russian plant, sent here to seduce and turn Jack Adams, then to defect with him to Russia,” the Colonel said.“Do they have any proof of that?”“Who needs proof when it’s the Russians?”“The FBI says she’s one of the several hundred women they’ve tagged as a potential saboteur or possible rapist. They’re still trying to match her to the right file,” Lieutenant Smith broke in.“She’s blonde,” Ms. Smith MIB said, pushing.