He handed me a four movie dvd set of some classic horror films I was half familiar with, to borrow.We smoked a couple of bowls, first of his stuff, th...en of mine. We talked and caught up.Things were highly charged, but we were happy to get high and converse awhile longer.He actually asked me for one of my amazing back massages, and of course I obliged. I rubbed him for a very long time, working everything painful out, even massaging his legs and arms, fingers and feet.After maybe a half an hour. When he did, he would go to the mess for a supper around 10 o'clock, and we would arrange to meet so he would take me for a spin in his Land Rover over the Airfield. Of course, I had to be in uniform then, so if others saw us it would not look too suspicious. We would go parking out on to the Airfield, where he was supposed to teach me to drive. A Military Land Rover has to be the most uncomfortable vehicle to make love in. It was not too bad when I gave him blow jobs, although I was a bit. Her throat was in my hand in a second and her head tipped back as I pushed her chest into the wall again, holding her there as I slid my cock across her aching sex. Jenna looked back at me with wide, desperate eyes and I kissed her cheek, releasing her throat and taking a handful of her long, wavy hair – something I’d have otherwise considered a crime. She murmured, a quiet approval at the gentle tug she received before I pulled her closer, bending her over. The tension on her hair increased. She knew that being a government agent would just muck up the works. MI did everything with a tremendous amount of overkill. Instead, after spending all night talking it over with her husband, she and Frank offered the government the elite services of Tabor Investigations, the newly-formed (one hour old at that time) husband and wife team of Independent Investigators (read, ‘vigilantes’ or ‘bounty hunters’).The government never got back with them. Frank sold the Club anyway, and they took.