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Teresa prepares to rescue David from the women of
WOPI. But what if David does not want to be rescued? *** Chapter 7 - Teresa to the Rescue "Because
it has all the markings of a wild goose chase, that's why!" Rutherford Brady was almost shouting
now. He had never expected Teresa to accept his "no" easily, but she was very persistent. "How can
you be so sure you can find the place?" "The tech boys place the latitude and longitude about 45
Km. northeast of Cadiz. There is a little town there, Alqueria, where I can look around. A complex
the size David describes can't be hidden. "And why you, instead of one of our Spanish agents?" "For
one, they may have been compromised. For another I'm as expert in hypnotic control as anyone in
NASO. Finally, can any of them hope to get into the place passing for a Latin American
'indocumentada' looking for work as a maid?" Rutherford gazed at Teresa. She sure didn't look like
a maid right now in her black, shrink-wrap miniskirt and demi-bra. He tried to imagine the
dark-skinned fireball in scruffy clothes, but all he could come up with was her in no clothes at
all. He shook his head. She had a point. She could look the part of an illiterate peasant, as he
knew her grandparents had been. Teresa had used raw intelligence (and her stunningly sexy body),
fueled by a passionate hatred of the drug traffickers who had murdered an older brother, to claw
her way into and then up the NASO hierarchy. Moreover, Rutherford knew she wasn't going to give up
because it was David. He was a friend but he had been more than that. They had become lovers almost
as soon as she arrived from the Central American branch. Everyone knew it could not last; each was
too dominant, but for a few months they had carried on an incandescent affair. "Oh, Rudie, you know
I'll do a good job, for YOU. I want you to be proud of me," she to cooed. Somehow the cleavage
between those large, mouthwatering breast seemed to grow. Warning bells started going off all over
Rutherford's brain. He didn't want to give Teresa an excuse to try to seduce him; he was pretty
sure she'd succeed. Knowing when he was beaten, Rutherford sighed, "Very well, Teri, start
preparations." "Actually, I have completed them. I just have one more thing to take care of in the
office," she smiled. Presumptuous of her to anticipate his agreement, but typical, Rutherford mused
as he watched Teri's sinuous hips wiggle out the door. He wondered if he had done the right thing.
Damn! No panty lines. Back in the office, Teri checked her air tickets and computer security
protocols to see that everything was in order. Clothes and disguise had been packed last night.
Yes, just one more piece of business she needed to take care of before leaving. She wasn't going to
have much opportunity for sex for she didn't know how long. Better go off as well satisfied as
possible. "Ralph, " she spoke into the intercom, "come in please, I NEED you. She had removed and
folded her blouse and was unhooking her bra when the young man came in with his steno pad. His eyes
grew wide with concern when he saw his sexy boss half-naked. "Oh, no, Ms Carrillo! You're not going
on mission, again, are you?" A strange look of fear and excitement came over him. "Ralph, sweetie,
you knew when I hired you, it wasn't just for your shorthand. You know what I need!" Teresa almost
growled with lust. "Ms ... Ms ... Carrillo, do you want us ... You want me ... to make love to you?
"Oh, Ralph, honey" she cooed as she slinked closer. The jiggle of her dark breasts reached out and
seized the young man's eyes. "How sweet of you to even THINK about making love to a grown-up woman
like me. Of course I wouldn't ask that of you." A mixture of relief and disappointment flickered
across Ralph's face. Now he was really confused as Teresa continued approaching him with the same
fire in her eye. Her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and her magnificent tits were undulating
marvelously. "You can put any thought of making love to me right out of your mind, honey," she
husked. "All I want is for you to bend me over this armchair and fuck the daylights out of me!"
Teresa said matter of factly as she dropped her skirt. "But warm me up, first, baby," she
instructed and pressed the astonished young man onto his knees. "Yesss!" she hissed and drew his
face into her already dripping bush. Some time later with the assistance of the staff of her staff
assistant, Teresa was howling in ecstasy through her umpteenth orgasm.
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Down the hall Teresa's cries
of delight were clearly audible. Rutherford sometimes wished agent Carrillo could find some more
conventional way to prepare for fieldwork. He knew, however, that Ethyl would be pleasantly
surprised that night, although secrecy as well as modesty would not allow him to explain source of
his ardor. He seldom made love to his wife as vigorously as on the days that Teri left on a
journey. And he was pretty sure that the conception of several babies born to women working on this
floor could be traced to the same phenomenon. Even before the last of Teri's howls had died away
Rutherford heard drawers and file cabinets being closed and locked as people began to rush home to
take care of suddenly urgent business. Using a washroom in the next several minutes could also be
embarrassing. A half-hour later, when Teresa's heels were clicking smartly down the corridor
heading for the exit and a waiting car, few were around to hear them. Several thousand miles
away Captain David Knight, if somehow he could have known of the goings on back at NASO
Headquarters, would have been utterly incapable of understanding what all the fuss was about. He
certainly would not have felt any need for being rescued. He was spending another wonderful day
with his new girlfriend. Claire didn't give him as much attention as the first days after they met
(that was getting pretty fuzzy now, anyway) but she still made him feel special. Every night after
dinner, even if he had eaten alone and was already dozing off, Claire came to him. It was heaven to
feel her slip into his bed and let her take him in her arms. As if her weren't already sleepy
enough, she would place a hard, firm nipple of one of her perfect breasts into his mouth and allow
him to nurse as she whispered soothing words to him. It never failed to send him off to dreamland.
Later -- he never knew how much later, time with Claire was always fuzzy -- he often woke up enough
to realize that his marvelous, sexy girlfriend was ready for him to please her. What a joy and
privilege he felt that she had chosen him to bring her pleasure with his mouth and tongue between
her legs. Day after day she had gently instructed him in her preferences and he felt a deep pride
in knowing just how to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. His reward was to be permitted to drink
the rich spend of her climaxes. He adored the way she tasted as he did everything about her.
Sometimes when she was especially pleased with his service or particularly horny, she would fuck
him. To lie on his back, looking up through half-closed eyes at her golden hair flying and her
rounded white breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him to orgasm, was recompense far beyond his
deserts. And the sleep that overcame him when she at last let him come in her was the sweetest
slumber a man could experience. David sensed more than remembered how they slept when she was
finished making love to him and wanted to be held, her large ass pressed into the crook of his
crotch, one of his arms under her neck and the other over her waist, his face buried in her neck.
She held his hands, sometimes clasping the upper one to her breast if she wanted to be felt up one
more time. If she rolled, he moved to compensate, maintaining as close contact of their bodies as
the male and female anatomies permitted. Mornings were almost as good as nights. Claire was very
generous with her time, letting David spend many long lazy minutes drinking her essence before she
arose. It was almost incredible to think that this perfect woman let HIM put his face between her
soft plump thighs and bring her to one screaming morning climax after another. Then when she was at
last well satisfied, she drew his head to her bosom and put him back to sleep with her luscious
breasts and soft words. When he woke again after Claire had gone, he headed for the gym. Claire
insisted he stay in shape; "It improves your stamina, darling," she had explained. After lunch he
was always sleepy and napped in his bed, drifting off to soft music. Later, he was free to return
to the gym or read or just sit and fantasize about her and reflect on his good fortune to share the
bed and body of this most wonderful creature. When the time came, he would not fail her.
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