Being 40 and a married man, I had no designs onflirting with her. She came to me eager to learn aboutthe business, and I taught her all that I knew. S...eabsorbed it quickly, and was already in line for asmall raise based on her productivity. We got alongwell on a personal level also, and enjoyed talkingabout our lives over lunch every day.Soon Brittnay and I began to hang out all of the time.Meeting before work for coffee, enjoying lunch, andalways walking to our cars together after work.. I had been waiting naked in the cold and she wasn't even home. A couple of minutes later she opened the door and ordered me to crawl inside. She pushed me back on my ass and tilted my head back, and then she stepped over my face and lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. She placed her pussy on my lips with the command, "Open your mouth." She pulled my face into her cunt and let it's contents drain into my mouth. "Lick me darling," she ordered. I knew I was eating the sperm of another. The two were deep in converse, Thomas's wife doing most of the talking. It was obvious what she was about, and Elizabeth hung back until she saw Thomas give a little shrug of acceptance. Magdalen need not worry; Thomas Wheelwright's farm would be her home if she could find no other. Elizabeth soon completed her business with Thomas; his boar was at her disposal at any time in October, although she must somehow contrive to bring over her sow to him. But that was easily done; Mr. Ackroyd had a. Which would mean that despite what I feltor believed, I was in fact him, the terrorist shapeshifter.How long I sat their in stunned silence, absorbing the full enormousimplications of what this meant for me, for my future, I do not know,but eventually I came to a decision. Whoever I had been before my mindwas now that of that FBI agent and the right thing to do was to turnmyself in. Having made up my mind, I clambered out of the car, steadyingmyself momentarily against the side, and tugging up.