CHAPTER 31

We caught a cab at the door down to Penn Station and ninety minutes later we were back in Huntington. A cab there dropped us at our door twenty minutes later. It had been an incredible day, but it wasn't over yet. Sara went upstairs to the bedroom while I made sure the house was secure for the night. I found her in front of the mirror over her dresser admiring her new jewelry. "I love them, John, but I love you even more." Then she stripped the clothes from my body and shucked hers a few seconds later. She led me into the shower where she washed me while rubbing her swollen nipples into my chest and back.

I had done nothing but enjoy Sara's aggressiveness. It was a side of her that intrigued me. She continued by drying me and leading me to our bed, placing me carefully into the center of our queen bed—big enough if we needed room, but not so big that we'd lose contact with each other.

Once I was in place Sara climbed onto my body, engaging me in the most delightful kiss, although virtually every kiss from my bride-to-be was spectacular. She broke the kiss with a smile. "Now I think it's time for dessert. I know what I want…salami. How about you?"

"Kitty, I think—one without much fur."

"Oooh…that's exactly what I was hoping for," she said as she pivoted on my chest. Sara was only three inches shorter than me. That was great when we kissed and even better now. Her tasty pussy was just inches from my mouth even as her mouth found my throbbing organ. I reached up with my tongue, dragging it from her clit all the way to her rosebud. I repeated for several minutes using the broad of my tongue until Sara began to actively hump my mouth.

Then I moved into her tunnel, carefully using the rough bottom of my tongue to rub her sensitive G-spot and when she began to shake I switched to her clit, sucking it through a tiny one-eighth of an inch space between my teeth. I gnawed on her bud for almost a minute and Sara was cumming every second.

Now, don't think that she was ignoring me because she definitely wasn't. I had never had my cock sucked with such energy and fervor as what Sara was doing to me now. I had learned way back in elementary school that nature abhors a vacuum so when Sara sucked me with force my cock rushed to fill that empty space. I couldn't ever remember being as long or thick as Sara was making me. She had been shaking in the throes of her orgasm for maybe ten seconds when I exploded. Unlike our previous encounters, Sara held the thick semen in her mouth, swirling it on her tongue which she eagerly showed me before swallowing in a single gulp. "I've read that it's wonderful for your skin. Maybe someday I'll rub it all over my chest. Then my boobs will be even softer than they are now."

"That won't be necessary," I whispered. "I love them just the way they are. They're perfect for you." I kissed her then and pulled her to me for a brief nap. We had frozen onion soup for dinner then retired again to make love the entire evening before falling asleep still coupled and in each other's arms.

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I really shouldn't have taken the day off even though I loved every second. I had a lot of work to do the following morning. I was desperate for help, but I was unwilling to lower my standards. Once again Professor Eastman came to my rescue. His recruiting efforts had been restricted to universities in the New England area, but he knew and had collegial relationships with professors all around the country. He phoned me around ten that morning to tell me that he had made more than thirty phone calls over the past week.

"Once we had exchanged pleasantries, John, I got down to business, first telling each of my colleagues what we are looking for and then forwarding an email. I was sure to share the earning potential and the vetting process by the Pinkerton's. I expect to have at least forty resumes on my desk by the end of the week." I thanked him for his efforts, promising him a raise at year's end. Then I made a call I had been looking forward to.

"Hi, Tom—how's Montenegro? More importantly, how are Montenegrin women?"

(The country is beautiful and the women are even better.)

"That's great. I'm sending Sergei to you next week. He's finished in Ohio and, although I could use him in Washington, I need him in Europe even more. He'll contact the universities there and start the recruiting process immediately."

(That's good; any idea where you want our offices to ultimately be?)

"That's one of the things I want to talk to you about, but remember when we last spoke about funding? Remember the money we spoke about?"

(Of course, how could I forget?)

"I had an idea about rerouting it back almost, but not quite to the source, perhaps using the junior agent and the bank you merged with. What do you think? I feel it would free you up from any allegations of wrongdoing. Follow me?"

(I certainly do and I think I'll recoup any potential losses through my work here.)

"I'll definitely see to that."

(Then do it. Any idea how?)

"Just leave it to me." I ended the call and summoned Cara into my office. "What are your plans for Thanksgiving?"

"I was hoping that I could wrangle an invitation somewhere."

"You have it on the condition that you bring your mother. You don't have to bring anything else. Just show up sometime in the early afternoon. I'm going to invite my parents Saturday when I introduce them to Sara."

"Speaking of Sara…I phoned the hospital yesterday and they told me she had taken a sick day." She grinned broadly as she continued. "Kind of strange that both of you were sick on the same day."

"I don't recall telling you anything about being ill, only that I needed the day off." My shit-eating grin matched hers before I sent her back to work. "Contact a couple of realtors in the suburban DC area specializing in commercial real estate and tell them I am interested in opening a branch near the capital. Close to the Pentagon would be great. I figure we'll eventually need room for a couple of managers' offices, a clerical staff of between six and ten and maybe fifty cubicles. You know the rest—same setup we have here. Have them compute the square footage we'll need. I'm sure they've done it before.

"Professor Eastman tells me he'll have forty or more resumes on his desk by the end of the week. He'll screen them and hold preliminary phone interviews. He'll also have them sign releases so Pinkerton can screen them. I want to send Chuck and Ali to the DC office as soon as we have it set up so they can handle training and work assignments. I figure the Pentagon alone will take more than a year for initial installs and by then it will almost be time for upgrades."

"Okay…I'm on it. I'll phone Mom this morning with your invite. Thanks; I was worried about Thanksgiving. Sara and I don't really have great memories of the holiday. We never had the money to do it right while we were growing up."