‘You hungry, baby?’ James asked in a low voice. ‘Mmmmm. Starving,’ I answered. I was leaning against him, hardly supporting my own weight and... in a flash he scooped me up, carried me across the airy living room and deposited me on the island in the kitchen. ‘What’ll it be, then? Spaghetti? Soup? Something quick and easy so you can give me the grand tour of your parents’ pad, starting with the hot tub?’ I was supposed to be answering a question, but the fire-fighter style transportation had. “Maybe we’re coming at this from the wrong direction,” Roger Evans said quietly. He was the next survey team leader, and by default, the rescue team leader.“How so?” Jaime kept her eyes closed against her headache as she listened.“We’ve been talking about getting the team out of the area. The problem is that the tigers, or whatever they are, are in the area.”“That’s right.” Jaime opened her eyes.“Then let’s make the cats move. If they leave, the problem is solved.”“Unless they come back.”“Then. After a few minutes the guy changed position so that he was lying back on the bench with one leg on my bench with his other bent on the bench above. This meant I had a pretty direct view of his dangling cock and balls as well as his slightly opened asshole. Neither of us spoke but I found myself sneaking longer looks at this display of manhood so openly on show. Was it me, or was his cock thickening slightly?I felt my own cock twitch in reaction to my thoughts….I could feel a sort of sexual. In each picture William was with a different young woman. Then more images of William with the women appeared. This time it was series of images– always with the same woman. They were at restaurants or a club or even alone at night on the beach. Each series ended with a mug shot of the woman with a title under it, “Arrested for Espionage.”“William Oxford wouldn’t do that!” Loretta screamed.“No,” the warden replied, “William Oxford wouldn’t do that. But Jorge Hernandez would! The sad and sorry.