An orgasm welled from deep inside and my clit was real sensitive. Kept my thumb working my clit anyway. My hips were moving with my massage and finger...fucking. It was close.Finally, I came. Came hard. I whimpered as my hand kept working. My whole body shook at waves of orgasm overcame me. I was determined to keep going. My clit literally hurt as I stopped massaging it. My fingers stayed inside my cunt though and continued fucking me despite my hips bucking raw against them. My sheets were. It took a lot out of her. The only advantage was that when they ate—or rather, when he fed her—in the dinette there was a shred of normalcy at mealtime."Who a am I kidding? This isn't normal. Martha knows it, too."He got out a tray from the cupboard and set the soup bowl and spoon on it. He went searching for a napkin.Twenty minutes later he carried the tray into the family room. He had waited a few minutes for the broth to cool down. Hal set the tray on the coffee table and then glanced at her. A terrible waste of tax payers' funds" he said. He also wanted the defense department and defense suppliers held accountable for cost overruns, delivery delays and military equipment that did not meet design requirements and operational performance."It was unconscionable that planes and ships were years behind schedule, with massive cost overruns and outdated before they could get into the field, and many planes were so expensive that they would be cancelled way before intended numbers could be. They wanted to know if I was doing any special terrorism investigations or operations in Europe.My answer was that with my reduced role, it was time to do more JBG business trips and that seemed to satisfy them.I introduced Vicky to all of them and her position and responsibilities at JBG. Then they wanted pictures and that did not go over well with the customs people.A customs supervisor was called. I ended up in a picture shaking his hand for his personal scrapbook.We had barely cleared.