Letting him into the bathroom while she was naked in the tub was one act of not being too difficult and the beginning of a trend that didn't bode well...for husbands who like tight pussy. Not-being-too-difficult act number three almost got her fucked in her own bedroom. He got to see her in bra and panties - see her and thoroughly check the fit. He bought them and acted like he had the right to do that. She wasn't too difficult. He found that her pussy was in the crotch of her panties. That. Marty had done his research. The purpose of the plastic trash bags was to keep our few extra clothes dry; the clothes were just in case of rain. The plastic credit cards would take care of clean clothes along the way. Even there, Marty had done his research. He had purchased and loaded three prepaid Visa cards. He would be carrying the card with the most money. I would be carrying a card with a lesser amount, and a third was to be hidden on his bike just for emergencies. The idea was that if. "Murray, I have Ensign McCall here for Mr. Forsch."After about twenty minutes, a short, bald civilian came into the room and said, "Ensign McCall"?I replied, "Reporting for duty."The man said "Hi. You're Steve, aren't you?"I replied, "Yes," and he continued, "I'm Murray Feldman, Mr. Forsch's deputy. Come with me and we'll go to his office."He led the way back outside the building to a large, black Chevy sedan at the curb and we both got in the back seat of the car.Murray told the driver,. Joanna took my hand in hers and led me towards the bedroom, as she began to kiss me, I undid her skirt an she wiggled it to the floor, her stockings, suspenders and panties were a sight to behold, her cock pull backwards so not to give a bulge any bigger than it had to be.We dropped to the bed, my cock by now out and in Jo's hands, hands that were experienced and very, very giving, As I unbuttoned Jo's blouse, her breasts were heaving, I wanted to kiss and touch them, Jo helped by removing her.