" Alex, the only advice I can give is: get all the education you can get. It won't help you find a job but it might help you find a workaround for one... of your problems."Anyway, Alex, the machines are running and are capable of making the parts you want. We had to do a bit of tinkering but it looks fine. I brought some of the pieces. Want to see them?"From a box he brought out the full casting with all the runners. I had insisted on a device that would shear this off when it was actually pushed. "I just made our NSA tail pee himself." How did you know he was a tail?" My little ability to know who is watching me and who is going to hurt me. That guy was thinking that he wanted to ring my neck. I locked in and figured out who and what he was. I want him to think he did something wrong to make me 'read' him." Oh shit, well, my career with the Marines is dead. I wanted an embassy assignment." Hell, what you want with a cushy job like that when you have me?"Silence."Oh well, sorry, just. She's the woman in all my galleries, enjoy!Ok so a few years ago this young man I was chatting to came to see me and we went for a drink in the pub down the road from where I liveHe was only 18 and I was 32 so I was a lot more experienced than he wasHe had told me he was seeing other girls so I wanted to impress himI was wearing a leather mini skirt, knee high boots and a nice topWhen I sat down you could see my knickers as my skirt was so short!I used to call him my good little boy as he was. “Help me out of my boots,” she said as she sat back, still fondling her boobs.I didn’t need a second request. I silently and quickly took up a kneeling position in front of her, untying her bootlaces, as she continued to self-massage her tits. I quickly stripped her of her boots and her socks, as she unfastened the belt to her fatigue trousers. She arched her buttocks off the couch and I quickly helped her out of her fatigue trousers, stripping her to her pink lacy panties, which clung to her.