The woman, whom I recognised as a very senior government Minister remained seated. The male was, it was explained to me, the head of a very secret dep...rtment of the Ministry of Defence. I will call him Mr Smith. I shall refer to her as Ms Jones. Thus it was that I learned that what Dad had convinced me of the night before was entirely true as, by then, I knew it must be. Smith, tall and urbane, explained why they wanted me to join the ‘family business.’ If Dad said I had the skills it was. Leaving the bathroom, Icould see that I was really starting to get passable, though the basicmale outlines of my body and face were all too evident to myself, and anoccasional passerby.We walked back to Fifth Avenue, and then up it toward the 40's. The tightskirt made me take even shorter steps than before, and Grandma told me toreally concentrate on the walk. "Let that bottom swing, feel your thighsbrush against each other so you get the swish, swish of the pantyhoserubbing. But also be. His hands lower me and stops when I cry out.I cover his mouth with mine, then gasp out, “No … you’re good … it … wow, you are big.” He raises me up a bit and holds me. Just those inches inside feel like I am filled. I am stretched wide around him but the muscles quickly adjust. “Yes … thank you … now … fuck me.”I thought I was falling to the ground. Suddenly, I felt like I was falling as his hands drop me. I only go inches, of course, but I am suddenly stuffed with cock. He is deep and. I thought, why not make this movement romantic? So I moaned, just to make sure that I am awake.He looked at my eyes and smiled, and said,-so you were awake all this time, my sweet horny girl? That is good though. Hope I never hurt you--mh…no imad, you did not. Keep pleasing me-As I responded, he started exploring me again.He kissed me down to my pussy and started to enter me but eight then, I was in no need for sex so I said,-please do not penetrate me, imad. I am not yet in the mood for it,.