I thought of wearing my shortest skirt for you. It was so short you could see my panties, even with my legs together. Or you could see my pussy hairs ...if I chose to wear no panties for that special man.”“Am I your special man?” he asked, rubbing her knee.“I don’t know. Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” She offered nervously and boldly, opened her legs. Dan peeked between Vicky’s legs, and she smiled as he saw her bare pussy.“I guess I am your special guy,” he smiled“You bet you are my. 'Then you can go after Frank.''Of course, Wei.' I replied, chastised.On a whim, I dialed Frank's cell phone. To my surprise, he answered."What's going on, Jarhead?" I asked casually."Can't talk, squid." He replied tensely. "Hoped it would take you longer to figure it out. Sorry, but they've got Talibah."The line went dead as Frank broke the connection from the other end. I should have known a former CIA agent would realize that a call like that in the middle of the night was out of character,. I knew just what I needed to do next. I pulled out my cell and called Lissa.“Hi, baby, I miss you,” she said as soon as she got on the line. “Is Melody on, too?”“No, Lissa,” I said. “This is just between you and me.”“Tony?”“Can you get away for that week of vacation you mentioned?”“I’m pretty flexible. You know my work schedule. If I’ve got my laptop I just need to check in each day. Tony, what’s up?”I explained what my folks had done and inside of five minutes I could hear Lissa screaming. He sat on the bed, facing me, using one finger at times to trace my body, especially around my hardened tits. It was the first time I noticed his black cock so thick and long, standing at attention – I almost giggled, but I was too nervous to.“I want you to trust me with something” he told me with a strong yet gentle voice. “You have told me much about your hurtful 25 year marriage of pain against your mind and spirit. I want to show you a different type of pain, that will linger between.