I agree, you deserve to hear the real story. But first, can I get you something to drink? I have coffee, tea, or something stronger if you want.” �...Tea would be fine.” I go to the kitchen and set water to boil and lay out some biscuits to go along with the tea. Returning to the living room, she is gazing out of the window with her legs folded under her skirt. She looks very distraught. “Here we go. Cream, sugar or lemon?” “Just plain, thank you,” she answers. “Mary, what you have been told is. Smiling, I joked, “The general is under no duress, at least not from me or my team mates. We just kindly saved him the time required to transfer control to you so he wouldn’t be delayed any further from fulfilling the president’s orders. Between us I would love to let you both in on my most recent form of transportation, but I have no details on it. My contacts handle my team’s travel arrangements and we don’t have the need to know regarding the methods used for our transportation. I’m more. “How is that, baby?”“How do you think?”“Want me to give you a hand job?’“No. And if fucking in the sea feels so good you can’t control yourself, bite your lip or something. Do not moan loudly or cry out and draw attention to us.”“Sometimes when we fuck it feels so good I want to scream. I can’t do that today?”She wrapped her right hand around my cock and gently stroked me.“Nice wet fucking, no screaming.”“Your dick feels so good. Touch my pussy before you come into me.”I found Roni’s clit and. A shiny pair of black Mary Janes. There was nothing plain about these Janes, he thought idly. And the boots. They came up over his knees. Black leather, sexy, exuding their forbidden qualities. He wished he could wear these in public, after he left the store with them. But he would never pass as a woman. Would he? He had lost weight. He knew that some women were overweight. Most women were. And he could be one of them. But he didn’t want to be. He wanted to be wanted, like one of those bitches.