He was going to kill them.Perhaps she could acquire the source at the same time. But if she acquired him, did that mean that the terrorists would succ...ed, since they were not killed? Peter had never said whether the terrorist plot would succeed or fail, nor whether he would kill them before or after the attack. She was not willing to risk a successful terrorist incident to acquire a new source. Could he perhaps be trapped after foiling the attack? What if 5225's agents foiled it? She did not. With the addition of one simple item, Grace had completelytransformed my countenance. I no longer looked like a sissy boy. No!I looked like a girl! The long auburn wig made me look just like agirl. A pretty girl in fact. I was amazed.Turning to face Grace, I caught her smiling warmly. "What do you thinksweetie? Pretty?" Ye, ye, yeah," I stuttered nervously. "H, ho, how about you? Do youlike it?"She pulled me close and, holding me in her arms, she kissed me full andsquare on my lips,. I am sorry Mistress!Please have mercy. “You are here 5 minutes and all ready you are takingliberties with me. You will do well to control yourself better Billy. Now putyour panties back on and get back to your knees.” My balls were aching as I bent down and got my panties over my feet and pulledthem back up. “That’s better. I see that nasty little cock of yourshas shrunk back to the little wiener that it was earlier.” Mistress leanedback into the couch and let her legs drift apart. That’s when. I come back to reality when I hear someone walking towards the door and I jump back and sit on the bench and act inconspicuous. Jeff walks out and sees me, “Ah, Katrina. Come in, come in. You have a visitor.” I walk in and see my dad sitting at Jeff’s large oak desk with his hands in his lap looking at me in with a hint of a smile, as I walk into the room I look around and see the familiar large bookshelves, beige walls, and hardwood floors, with a little living area to the side. “Hello sweetie.