"They managed to pull all the non-flamboyant people they could find. All the people who are struggling. All the high flying stars are either not retur...ing calls, or are still passed out from last night. But it's these struggling types who will work harder and be more focused on what we're trying to achieve. True, they might not shine as much as the others, but I think they'll be more appreciative of the chance they've been given and will rise to the occasion as a result. After all, they know. "Treason. Tampering with electronic communications. Identity fraud. We have a lot more, but that'll do to start," he snapped impatiently."I see," I said calmly. "Are you sure you don't have me confused with someone else?" You're John Joseph Heyward, are you not?" he demanded."No, sir, I am Jackson Edward Carstairs," I contradicted him. "I believe there are many who would attest to that." Whatever," he said dismissively. "Jack, it's finished. We have your fingerprints. Do you want to ride this. Unbelievably I was even wearing regular women's shoes. Okay they were NOT high heels, but they were dressy sandals. I toyed with the idea of make-up for about five seconds. Now that wasn't quite as shocking as it seems. After all, I was a normal girl growing up (in fact I still consider myself a normal girl, I just happen to be a lesbian and butch). I wore dresses and lipstick and even kissed boys. I just figured out finally that all that wasn't me.The restaurant was lovely and Jessica and I. God I love that. I began to get worked up, and with his experience he could see what was happening to me. “Getting close?” he asked. I nodded, I didn’t want to talk, my climax was now well and truly built up inside me and I was going to cum any moment. I felt for my nipples as he really went for broke, I could see the concentration on his face. I had seen this many times, and I knew what would follow. This was going to be better than I could imagine. We were going to cum together. I almost.