I called to inform you that Wayne Powell, a former associate of ours, has been disassociated with us. We’ve gotten court orders barring him from con...tacting any CIA operative or approaching any closer than five-hundred feet of your group.”Al chuckled. “The videos are getting airplay, aren’t they?”Mary sighed. “They’re trending on all the social media and are slated to appear on the various news programs. We’re being swarmed with calls from around the world, demanding how we can justify such. I couldn't help myself and gasped. Between his man smell, the darkness, the toilet smell and his hand squeezing my cock I started to get hard. How perverted was that? I should be screaming or fainting, something, anything but stand there and get hard while he played with my cock. I felt movement and knew he was playing with his cock. I wanted to stop him, wanted to say don't, but I couldn't. He lifted my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it onto the floor I suppose. I heard him. As she stood, she saw her visitors.“Who are you?” The question was inquisitive, rather than anything negative.“I’m Kat,” Kathleen said, “and this is my daughter Aibhilin.”There was a long pause before the woman looked round, and down at her body. “Oh. I am Camille ... Am I dead? Is this heaven? Are you ghosts?”“We are not ghosts,” Aibhilin’s clear voice broke in. “Anyone can walk in Overworld with a little practice. But yes, you are, as the world would say, dead. This is not exactly heaven;. .."Once more I stumbled through the next few minutes, pulling words out ofmy tender arse to associate with the word 'black'. I chose night, coal,mourning and suits. Again - complete gibberish to me, deep hiddenmeanings to Miss Stevens. At least my engagement seemed to keep hersatisified, even if I didn't particularly believe what she was saying."Great work today, Josh," Miss Stevens beamed at the end of it all. Sheclosed her notepad and put her penlid back on, and I breathed a sigh ofrelief as.