"And now for the other matter," he motioned for FrankBurke to enter.From the little box carried by Frank, Tim took out a shiny new Latinumplated badge..., a hand blaster and a stunner laying them on the desk infront of him. "I'm offering you a job. I need you as my CustomsInvestigator. Frank and I are so bogged down in the routine operations.We don't have anyone we can dedicate to Investigating the contraband thathas begun to flow through the portals to the other Quadrants." Why me?" he finally. It got so I couldn't bear to wait more than a half-hour outside whatever window or other locale I thought would pay off. Beating off got to be a chore, too, even. For one thing, it made my cock sore. For another, there were only so many times in a day I could do it.The alternative, I hated to admit, was worse. It was that I had no idea what to do if I wasn't watching and waiting for some girl to take her clothes off. Pathetic? Ya think? Why, yes. I made a promise to myself that when I told this. Next to Trinh's clothes was another set of panties and skirt, which apparently belonged to Kiana.Kiana was wearing the exact same outfit except in white, which meant her blouse was fully unbuttoned, complete with unhinged front bra clasp, and was currently flat on her back across Dr. Russell's desk. They'd cleared all of his belongings off it and onto the floor in a big heap. Trinh was now resuming her place between Kiana's legs after opening the door for us.The first thing I noticed was the. Sitting bound anddressed watching my wife behave so normally nearly drove me mad, butbeing fearful of breaking the spell I said nothing. Jean went out of myview into the dinning room. I presumed she was hanging up her coat, whenshe next reappeared in my field of view, I just gasped. Jean had removedher coat and dress and was standing framed in the kitchen door wearingonly an exquisitely matching set of, black bra, suspenders, knickers andstocking.Given my thoughts were on my own plans earlier.