.and he was cute. He was a younger man, early 20s, wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt that was too big for him. I was in my late 30s at the time...."Excuse me ma'am" he spoke with charm. "Here is your order." "Thank you" i replied. I need to go inside and get the money. I didn't bring a robe since it was so hot outside. "Just follow me" i said. He gasped when I rose out of the hot tub and quickly turned away. My tiny bikini was hugging me tightly. My tits were falling out of the side. My. I didn't know what I wanted to sample first, but I also didn't want to scare him off of course."Have you got a girlfriend?" He nodded"Do you fuck her?" He nodded again"OOOh" I giggled "Young love! Does she suck this big cock of yours?" He shook his head"She d d d doesn't know how to do that!" he stammered "I'd sure LIKE her to!!"I nodded and smiled "I know how" I told him "I could teach her, if you were to bring her round to my house"(How rude!)(What a very very naughty suggestion)I reached and. The *real* reason was that the blacksmith was bound by very strict rules since the infamous incident; most certainly was he silently imagining licking out that tasty pussy pressing against his palpating fingers. Sure was he dying to extensively explore the athlete's exquisite love hole! But both liberties would no doubt cost him his head. In fact, ANY diversion from the strictly defined Decoration-storyboard could get him into serious trouble. And his subject's threats about the local laws. I knew what that was for and hoped that they never had to use it. There was also a DNA report in my HR file at JBG.I read several authorization forms, several nondisclosure forms and then signed them. The state department phone I had was exchanged for a new and more secure model; they were even nice enough to transfer the contact list.If they thought they were going to find a windfall in the contact list they were mistaken. The only thing that phone had been used for was official business.