The real source was us. Gerald and me. The types of people we were and what that made us when combined. How do you feel loneliness when you are with s...meone? I had expressed frustration, too. Maybe more frustration than loneliness. In a way, I decided, the frustration was an outcome of the loneliness. I felt alone because I didn’t feel supported, encouraged, challenged, or desired. Could I really blame it all on Gerald? I probably shouldn’t. As it turned out, he wasn’t much different than me in. My hands were flowing over my nude body, I was exciting myself and getting closer to that primal urge release, when that same cough interrupted my plunging fingers, and to my horror I looked up to see six men peering over the top of my cubicle, all holding cameras and filming.I turned and reached down for my discarded clothes, my nudity was suddenly glaring and not as sexual as my mind had conjured up for my fantasy, but there were no clothes there, even my panties were gone, there was nothing. Sharon sat back with a grin on her face when I told her how she would be treated. She told me, "I'm a big shot like you now. Just how much pull do you have with all the various agencies?"We were a little ahead of schedule and landed in the Azores forty minutes early. They were quick at refueling us while we checked the aircraft over. We picked up more time on the way to Nice because we didn't go subsonic over northwestern Africa. We arrived in Nice, France, at seven forty-five local time. A. She started to squirm, thinking if he kept teasing her she just might jump him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his tongue snaked out and licked her from the top to the bottom of her throbbing pussy, quickly inserting, then just as quickly came back out. But he was far from finished. He had just gotten started. He closed his lips around her clit, slowly, lightly sucking on it, just to drive her crazy. As her hips lifted, he started to flick it with his tongue. He knew just what she.