This was turning into something a bit more than just a one night stand as he whispered to me to tell Ron that I've received a text and that I've been ...alled back into work, Jim would say that he'd drop me off at the train station. Jim's plan worked (well he was ex military) and we escaped the mobile home, Jim was as happy as Larry, I later found out though that he's always like this. He was a breath of fresh air. Jim lived forty miles from me so it wasn't going to be a stretch for regular. Panting. Tied. A dominant dog and his … his … bitch. It wasn’t demeaning. I brought him satisfaction. I serviced him. How could a male and female bring each other such pleasure be wrong? If this is what life here will be like, I have found where I belong. The thought was clear to me. The sexuality I couldn’t push out of my mind and the service and caring I longed to continue were possible, but, instead of the favelas of Sao Paulo, it will the jungle tribes of the Amazon.As I felt the dog begin. I cup your face in my hand and slowly let my lips touch yours. After pausing for a moment, I ease my tongue through your lips and gently allow my tongue to explore yours. Passion builds in sync with the threatening storm brewing overhead. I open the blanket and then effortlessly climb on top of you, straddling your lap in an upright position, arching my back as I am overwhelmed with the feel of your body beneath my own, and with enough grace so that I don’t knock us out of the hammock. My lips. I reveled in the freedom. I felt like I had a ton of bricks taken off my shoulders. But it didn't take long for me to start wanting to get back into the game. I could only take three or four weeks off line.In the meantime, my old partners in Project T were causing much trouble. I was keeping up with what was going on. This team had gotten the bad guys down there in an uproar and fighting among themselves. Their days were numbered. So much for wanting to take over the world.While I wasn't.