I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s intelli...gent. He’s older than me but not enough that we don’t share experiences. That’s when my hands start to grace over my nipples over my shirt. My fingers just lightly feather over the little nubs as they become hard. I walk into his office. He glances at me over his book. He arches an eyebrow and starts reading, “I can’t help myself from running a finger. ”There was no answer. He quickly checked the channel, volume, and battery lights, then waited another thirty seconds. “Green sixty,” he called again. Silence.“I think we’d probably better make a move,” said Mel, rising. “This may be a warning of some sort.”Jacko nodded.“Green sixty, third call,” he said into the radio for the third time.Both of them were now moving to pick up the few things they were going to take, but just ten seconds later an answer came back. “Green sixty. Blue. Sit tight.. She unhooked my bra, took me by the hand, and led me to her master bathroom. I assumed she wanted to shower or bathe with me, which at first didn’t seem like a bad idea.. *** As we opened the door to the bathroom, we were greeted by Chelsea, Amber, Violet, and Danielle, all sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Danielle held something that looked like a back massager in her hand. ‘Natalie! Natalie I don’t know if this is-‘ I was trying to hide my breasts and vulva from the other girls as Natalie. Since his wife’s death two years before, the only sexual activity he engaged in was a rare blowjob in his car at lunchtime by any whore he happened to see, which meant lots of exercising at the home gym to relieve tension. And then, here was this spitting image of his wife when he’d first met her, half naked beside him. He was almost positive she was a virgin, or at least hadn’t been sexually active since the tragic circumstances had caused him to become so protective of her. Not for the first.