She became known as Marisol Hari the Mistress of all Spies. Of course, that was not her real name. Her real name is obscure because her mother chose n...ot to name her father, a man who was reputed to be a black marketer of despicable character.When she was but 18 years old, she found employment in a cabaret in the midst of the charming but dangerously teeming Constantinople beginning as a simple "table" girl attending to cocks under the table as was the custom. Her avocation kept her decidedly. Star smiled down at him as cheerfully as ever and said, ‘Morning Jace, sleep well?’ Jace just shrugged at her question. ‘It could have been better, that’s for sure,’ he said with a slight frown. She wasn’t told what his nightmares were about, but she always worried about him. Hugging him tightly she knew he had a nightmare again. ‘Was it the same one as always?’ she asked sadly. Jace nodded in response then said quietly ‘It’s alright though, it’s just a dream, right?’ She nodded her head. Two in the morning and still not satisfied!Jamie mumbles again and I smooth his hair away from his eyes. It’s not that he’s a bad lover; he’s enthusiastic, caring and with a very nice sized cock, thank you very much… but…I lie there staring up at the ceiling knowing that if we were at my flat I’d have either used my vibrator during sex or now be slipping off to the lounge to take away this sublime ache between my thighs. It was so close, on the brink for so long and even changing positions;. I had just seen my Mom in action in the pictures and videos. I turned my monitor back on and found the next folder. It's title was, "Advanced Urban Economics".This only contained a video. I clicked on it and I assumed it was Mom with the camera. She was sneaking around at what I soon recognized as my grandparent's house. In the video, she was approaching the upstairs bathroom and I heard her whisper lightly, "Now I've got you!" She pushed open the door. I was expecting to see my Dad.