I woke up next morning and showered again, dried myself and applied mymake-up as instructed by Diana, not quite as a tart but not far off. Ithen dress...d in what she had laid out for me. Sheer black stockings,suspender belt, black nylon panties and bra, a full, black coloured slipwhich had a scallop effect at the top. A grey coloured pin stripe businesssuit, which was a jacket and above knee length skirt but not quite a mini.The nylon of the underwear was that expensive really luxurious type,. She walked to her desk which was adjacent to mine and put down her briefcase. As she sat down and picked up the sheets of paper on her desk she let out a small shriek.“Eurgh! What’s this?”I quickly walked and found the source of the problem. Whilst beating my penis I had accidentally shot semen onto Jen’s desk too! And now she had it all over her hands.“Oh I’m so sorry about this. You have no idea how embarrassed I am. I’ll help you clean it up.”I was about to get a few tissues when Jen’s voice. When I put down the brush, John wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my stomach. I said, "Want me to make you something for breakfast?"He tried to kiss lower, but I pushed his face away with a laugh. He smiled and said, "Toast would be nice. Maybe some of that cheese we bought last night, too." Shower quick. I'll have it ready for you."I dressed in my usual scruffy college attire. Today it was loose jeans and one of John's tee shirts. He had some funny ones, but my favorite one to borrow. If I took my eyes off the soldiers to get involved in doing some research about their plan, there'd be a risk of my missing the start of anything - damned random numbers! I'd just have to be careful not to get too focused on my research. I'd check the soldiers frequently, because it was pretty obvious that they'd all advance quietly to the wall before starting anything.I could think of four places where I might be able to get hold of some useful information: The CIA boss's satchel, from one of.