" April untied his hands. Jerry slid his hand into her crotch. It was wet and hot. His fingers played in her luxuriant, curly hair, prying her swoll...en lips apart. He felt for her slippery, smooth, hole. She liked it--she hadn't felt a mans hand on her for a lifetime, but she needed an insurance policy. "No." She took his hand away. "Not yet." But--" "You said anything." Oh, yes. Honest."April picked up her green lace panties from the bed. "Put these on." What?" Put them on." No.". . even poor, shy Marie, in the kitchen.And so a plot was hatched. Because Cynthia and Jane could cover for each other, it was easy to establish a date for each to slip away and soak in the attentions of other girls for a bit. Marie was harder, but the mistress had an idea about that too. It was decided to work on Jane and Cynthia first, and tackle Marie's debilitating shyness last.Jane was first, for the very practical reason that, as the house maid, she fell third in the line of responsibility. “And how were you dressed on Saturday when you arrived here?”“Very provocatively to get the guards’ attention. It’s exactly what an enemy agent would do,” I told her.“You girls are still rather young according to your folders. How do you know about all of these things?” she asked.“Like Carry said, our dad worked for the Agency in the field. He was very good before they retired him. He taught us a lot,” Chris told her. The Administrator had been frowning for a time. Now she made a decision.“The. ‘WTF – is that on the net’ was a feeling we both experienced more than once. We even referenced each other with mutual acquaintances. Bottom line remained, against all common sense, but thankfully proven correct over time, that we shared an immediate trust that went incredibly deep. And the sex? Hot, Hot, HOT! … but still, cyber. As a professional photographer Patrick travels extensively, so meeting was a lot harder than the five hours separating our home towns. Eventually though it was bound.