I spoke to the chemist quietly asking if he would like to go home or stay and fend for himself. His face brightened visably and he immediately set the...beaker down and spoke to the women," This man will take us away from here, or you may stay if you wish."The reaction was unanimious. Every one of them stopped what they were doing and filed around their work stations to line up behind the chemist. I instructed the chemist and the ladies to head North for the wooods as soon as we were outside and. "As you are failing in our requests, I will make the decision for you. Joe, you're real name is Kyle Bitten. You are an Australian by birth, and Yank by loyalty. The CIA considers you foreign and ergo not to be trusted with anything vital to the overall plan. Me, I consider you a traitor. Rosie girl, no one knows who you are. You speak with an Aussie accent but so do I, and I haven't even been in this country for ten years."The CIA has no record of you, neither have the GRU, the British or. The guys that came with us pulled their cocks out and Stephie started stroking them. Stephie was looking around, smiled and said, " well guys, it looks like this is your lucky night, I want cock in my mouth, my ass, my hands, and I want to be covered in cum when I leave here." She grabbed the closest cock and slid it in her mouth. She got on her back, one guy slid his cock in her ass as another shoved hiscock in her mouth. The guy fucking her was pounding away and she was moaning and sucking. Volume IIAt first my family fantasies were restricted solely to my brother. That changed shortly after I found a secret stash of porn my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our house. When no one was home, I would sometimes sneak out there and go through the small collection of musty girlie magazines hidden under his workbench. It wasn’t long before the following fantasy was added to my private repertoire:I’m squatting in the cluttered garage with a faded copy of Hustler spread open.