A mouse click switched the monitor to a different camera, and Flint spotted the interloper. He dialed the camera for a close-up.Middle-aged, non-descr...pt, certainly not an assassin — maybe, Flint thought. Why is he crouching? Fuck, he's studying the compound. He might not be an assassin, but he could be a reconnaissance asset.Flint reached for a microphone, turned it on, selected the speakers he wanted to use that had been installed on the rear wall, and said into the microphone, "You on the. "Neil was more than a little impressed. He hadn't even known that anything of this nature was going on. Indeed, he had felt a momentary twinge of anger when Gary had told him what Sharon had arranged for Stacy - he had felt a bit left out lately, as Gary and Sharon more and more seemed to be taking charge with Stacy - but he couldn't remain angry. He was not so stupid that he failed to realize that this whole arrangement was only possible because Gary had seen the possibilities that day in. With her on the wall, his cock inside her hot, throbbing pussy, his hand rubbing her clit, he could easly suck on her breasts. He moved from one breast to another, and she was ready to come again. She came, screaming loudly, tears still trickling down her face, feeling so wonderful, so passionate, it cant possibly be explained. Her hot cum drooled onto Daniel’s balls, and down his leg, making him extremely hot for her. Even though he was already hot for her, it made it more intense. He carried. My smile radiated feminine joy and light. My blonde hair swept over mybountiful breasts in a graceful wave. My slender waist and long legs wereset to great advantage by my short silver skirt. *Marvelous!* was all Icould think--*marvelous--and mine!*I displayed my delicious new body for myself in all its femininity: Iposed; I pouted; I puckered my full red lips; I danced before the mirror.The beauty before my eyes brought with it no physical arousal, as itwould have a day earlier; simply delight.