An hour went by, no e-mail, then two hours, no e-mail. I was starting to feel hopeful. It was 10pm and it was about time to get into bed. I went to th...e washroom to get cleaned up, wash my face, brush my teeth. As I walked back to my desk after feeling so much relief I saw a new e-mail on my screen. No ‘from’, only a subject line. Fuck.Subject: YOU LOOKED GOOD TODAY“Well thanks asshole,” I mumbled. Another e-mail came through. This one with an attachment. Great.Subject: LOOK AT YOUI clicked the. ‘Oh god John, don’t stop… I said you could do anything, anytime… and it feels soo good.’ John looked down at her, her angelic face, her nose scrunching up as her hips increased their movement, the fine chin, regal neck as her head pressed back into his lap. Her breasts forced outward and John saw the hardened nipple through her shirt, the robe falling to either side of her body. ‘Oh, John… please… please… I’m going to… ohh I going to cum…’ John felt the gathering moisture between his fingers. Neatly stenciled on the ID card were the letters "FBI."I nodded my head and lowered the window about an inch."Special-Agent-in-Charge Meadows would like a word with you," the man said solemnly."Let me have your ID number to verify your identities before I agree to anything," I said. The man read off six digits quickly. I asked him to repeat them while I copied them down and then I asked for the numbers of his compatriots.One call to the local FBI field office verified their identities.. Jade drove home. With every mile she forgot a little more of what she had just done. By the time she reached home, she was back to being Phyllis. She parked the sports car in one of the garages, and used the servants entrance. She swung her hips, looking happy with herself, and with life in general. When she got to her bedroom, she wondered what she had been shopping for. Whatever it was, she hadn’t found it. In her personal electronic diary there was a reminder about this Friday, and the.