Across from her Hunter was absorbed in the laptop.“You promised to tell me what the microdot contained,” she reminded him.He shut the laptop, push...ed it aside, leaned back, and looked out the window.“You’ve heard about the Israeli-Palestinian peace accord?”“Sure,” Callie nodded. Everyone knew about it; the single biggest achievement in the past fifty years, all due to President Richards. He was going to have a real legacy in the history books.Hunter continued. “The peace accord would never have. I'm 21, 6' tall, 160 lbs, blonde hair, green eyes. I'm not out of shape, but I'm not buff, just trim. Also had I of planned it right, I could have met up with a guy from the internet, and traded blowjobs with him, but instead I'm stuck here on my own.Yeah I'm bisexual, have been since I was 18. I'm 21 now. Nobody in my life actually knows it though, since they'd never understand. I want to tell them, but how do you walk up to your Dad and tell him that you enjoy having sex with men when he uses. Grace looked at him for a moment as if pondering her decision. She fully intended to take the position, but it didn’t hurt not to appear too eager.“How long is the contract for?” she asked.“Preferably twelve months, with the option to extend to eighteen or twenty-four if needed,” he replied.She nodded, “And how often would I be required to sleep with you?”“I beg your pardon?” he was caught off-guard by her directness.“I’d like to know, before I sign a contract, how often I am expected to have. "Baby, are you sure," she started. I interrupted her, kissing her again, trying to take her breath away. She moaned into my mouth. I moved beside her, my body now next to her as my arms wrapped her body, pulling her to me. I felt her tits mash to my chest, I felt her middle press against me, I pushed a thigh between her legs softly, pressing to her mount. Her leg wrapped over my body, hooking on my hip. My cock grew longer, firmer. I could feel the warmth of her leg along my bottom leg. I could.