”“What kinds of things?”“Fertilizer, diesel fuel, and six hundred pounds of ball bearings.”“How much Fertilizer?”“We had a wholesaler ...call in to tell us that someone stole 40 tons of Ammonium Nitrate.”“How much diesel fuel?”“One tanker was stolen at a truck stop while the driver was eating lunch.”“We’re screwed. They’re not building a big bomb, they’re making forty big bombs. A ton of fertilizer and half ton of diesel fuel will fill up a heavy duty van. That’s enough to take down a twenty story. I lost count of how many times she climaxed as we sped towards her penthouse flat. I was enjoying myself; enjoying knowing how very different her private urges were to her public image. If only people knew!Before we reached our destination, she pulled out a towel from a large storage compartment and wiped herself down before re-applying her make-up. An expensive coat came out, and I realised that it had been kept there for this very purpose. When she emerged from the car, nobody could tell that. Some of them appeared to notice my condition, so I avoided adjusting myself and just kept walking.The next girl slid out the door feet first, which caused her short skirt to ride up, exposing some very expensive lace and a nice camel toe. Her quirky grin told me it might not be accidental. She also grabbed me and smashed her tits in my face. Oh, well. Some sacrifices must be made. If it helps calm them down to play their adolescent games, what is the harm in that?Apparently, the secret mental. The top of your head is below my neckline. ‘You’re such a beautiful girl, Julie.’‘Thank you Grandad.’ You turn, throw your arms around my neck and hug me tight.I adore your body snug against mine. My hands slide down your sides, enjoying your young curves. You sigh, but when my hands grasp your buttocks, your whole body tenses. Your hand tries to release my grip, but it’s a waste of effort.‘You have a lovely ass, baby.’I squeeze them. Such wonderful handfuls. I lift the hem of your dress and.