Of course, they had to do the same to me.Once we were out of the shower and fully dressed, and that included the time for a little sexercise and a sec...ond shower, we were taken to the office complex for interviews. Actually, the minds of the two women had been scanned the moment that they arrived at The Center, so their feelings and intentions were already known. The purpose of the interviews was to make sure that the women understood what would happen to them if they became agents as I was. The. I've even tried it, but can't make it work. Sooner or later I'll say something — or show I know something — that's out of character, and I'm dead. But not last night."Sandy got up and shook hands with the other girl. "I know just what you mean. With me it's the same result but for a different reason. I was always a tomboy, so I ended up every guy's best friend's little sister. It's a great prescription for romance! The guys pat me on the head and ask me if I want to throw a football around.". We were both sweating profusely now and our hurried pace was making this hotter. Her mouth was succeeding where my hands had failed. From a limp piece of meat she had transformed my flesh into a rigid combative weapon.Her face pulled off my dick with an audible pop. "Now!" She yelled as she spun around and bared her heavenly bottom to me again. I shimmied up behind her until my hard cock was pointing between her thighs and into her tight stomach. Leaning back I grabbed my manhood and lined it. Go after her.” She gave me a kiss, not nearly as volcanic as before. “Go.” I didn’t just go, I sprinted. Out of breath, I banged on Cameron’s door, aware that it was 2:30 in the morning, but not caring in the least. She came to the door, wearing her pajamas and opened it with a yawn. I looked at her, she was my angel, and she definitely looked the part. Her pajamas were a soft, white cotton outfit. I almost thought she would take off and sprout a halo above her. But she didn’t. “Sketch? What.