Isnt that cute. Both Susan and Mike looked at her, shocked. Wait till Daddy sees this, Zoe said. Wait till Daddy sees this. This, er, this isnt what i... looks like, croaked Susan. What the fuck else could it be? Zoe responded and ran up to her room. Ill go talk to her, said Susan, getting up. She looked at Mike. He had a worried expression on his face. Itll be okay. I promise. Ill make everything okay. Pull your trousers up. She walked slowly upstairs to Zoes room not knowing how everything was. ”Another folder was tossed. “Jeff Hendricks, he was lead engineer for the R&D team at Motorola until about six months ago. PhD from Stanford, undergrad at MIT, all completed before he was 22. Likes to create abstract art using computer code, and another one of your amateur radio guys, this time extra class. He’s slotted to be the Ensign running your sensors. Was let go from Motorola because they couldn’t keep him focused on developing what they thought would sell, instead of what he thought. We were about the same age, and both of us were sweating profusely from some good exercise. She was in biking shorts and a tight top, a breathable jersey similar to my own. What struck me was she was even shaped like me, slender, small chested, and a bit more generous in the hips. The only apparent differences were height and hair. She was several inches shorter and had short black hair.She glanced at me and caught me looking at her. Then she laughed, “Guilty, I was checking you out too!”We. My legs were shaking. Toes curled. Entire body quivering.I have never in my life been brought so close to release, only to be denied. Over. And over. And over. Aching to finish, but her enjoying the control she has over me. As we reach the two-hour mark, she asks if I would like to go back to work now.I whisper yes but beg her to let me finish. There is no way I can go back like this. Kissing my neck, she whispers, “Don’t worry, Papi, I got you.” Stroking me firm yet gentle, fast yet slow.