I won't be controlled by money though. Rich or poor, I'm going to do what I think is right for me and my family. If it suits your needs, I'd be willin... to withdraw from any or all of what we currently own or manage together." You say that now, Kenny, but what if it actually came to you having to make that decision? You're talking about an awful lot of money." Mama was probing me, trying to find any weakness she could exploit to get what she wanted from me. I knew how important Dwightee and. It would probably reach us within the hour, I thought. I heard another sound --- and suddenly realized that it was the sound of my bedroom doorknob being turned, rattling gently. The door creaked open, and my mother stood there. In the dim light coming from the hallway I could see that she was wearing a short nightie, and I had no idea what she wanted. "Mark, are you asleep?" she whispered. "No, Mom," I said. "I'm just laying here, listening to the thunder in the distance." She sat on the edge. This was not by her request, but the bureau psychologist made it mandatory. Janine had been in deep cover for so long she was losing her identity. Transference was a common condition experienced by long term operatives. The lines were becoming blurred as to what the limits were.Her base of operations had been an executive suite atop the Embassy Suites Hotel. Janine’s assignment was to pose as a high class call girl, gaining inside information in the expanding prostitution and drug trade in Los. For them.She took her time seating her feeldoe in her pussy, working the bulbed end in without the need of lube. She was already that wet. The purple toy jutted obscenely from her like a strangely coloured cock.She settled onto the bed, on her back, glancing at me with amusement as he helped me rise up so that she could slip her legs between mine, then helped me down, settling me on her girl-cock, letting gravity take over as I was impaled, my ass resting on her thighs, the monster deep inside.