My escorts handed me over to a man in civilian clothing but obviously military by his bearing, who actually signed for me."We have waited a long-time ...for you Charlie. We know all about your trips and the rescues you done." I thought I was being arrested for desertion or something?" I replied."Good God man, no way we want you to explain somethings for us. Come into the next room I have some people who wish to talk to you."Again I was ushered into an adjoining room where four elderly men were. Little bitch was busted. I began to yell at her and she cried. I stopped and opened my arms and she ran to me, hugging me so tight that my cock immediately got hard. I looked at her and said if she needed money I would have helped her. I told that if she helped me I would help her. She said she would help me. I grabbed her by the hand and took her to the bedroom. She asked why we were here. I told her she needed to help me get relief.She did not understand at first. I told that my wife sucks. These she would keep and treasure along with the tale of how the finished articles would be employed. Clay molds were made from the maquettes and from these the pair, after having borrowed a good proportion of the stocks of latex the Bureau held made several models of each. Ms Driscoll (out of professional pride) was very much involved with the testing of these and it was she who suggested the use of a harness which fitted comfortably about the loins to which the finished articles could be. To my surprise, she texted me the next day. And so we started our world of lust.Catherine was from an orthodox Christian family background and had some strict rules about love and other things at home. But she had an earlier relationship with one of our school senior who was also a Christian, which ended bad. That guy had left her for another girl who she knew. This was the time I entered her life. I dint not sweet talk her into an affair, but things just happened one after the other which led.