1. Covert Operative - D.I.A.


    Date: 8/14/2016, Categories: Gay, Trans, Taboo, Author: faggyboi, Source: xHamster

    Kelvin Watson could not believe what he heard on the phone talking to his younger s****r. She informed him that their cousin, Ana, had been beaten by her on-again-off-again boyfriend. He was furious, but a couple of thousand miles away from St. Louis in D.C. He planned to go in to the office the next morning early. So, the five-foot-six, caramel-skinned man offered to pray for the beloved victim and get back to STL as soon as possible. Kelvin awoke the next morning and showered. He dressed in a classic-fit, navy, suit with slip-on black Giorgio Brutini loafers, a white button-down shirt, and a solid gold paisley-print tie. He grabbed a granola bar along with a bottle of water for his breakfast. After he scarfed down his nourishment, the one-hundred-thirty-five pound man, retrieved his messenger bag and went out to his car. He drove the black 2013 Toyota Corolla to Langley. He made it through all the security gates by showing his badge and parked the vehicle. Kelvin walked inside the C.I.A. headquarters and scanned his badge. He smiled at various analysts and other spooks milling about the hallways in the early morning. He took an elevator to the fifth floor and headed to the office of the top-secret Dorado team. He sat in the chair in front of his computer and logged in. He put in a request for a five days of personal time off a week from today. The day went about pretty normally. He was briefed on several threats to national security. Kelvin also spent some time with the ...
    tech-ops group giving feedback on new field tools they planned to launch in the near future - he was smitten with them all. At lunch, he opted to forego eating. Instead he decided to take on some hand-to-hand combat training. Kelvin's instructor was a formidable opponent, but his small frame and quick blocks were still in tact. The trainer praised him as always. He was scheduled for a slow afternoon before meeting with the company psychologist. The woman who was well-paid for her services and confidentiality to the U.S.A.'s spy agency, fully enjoyed speaking with Kelvin. She noted that he compartmentalized more severely and cleanly than anyone else she had observed in her eighteen years of service to the Agency. Kelvin knew none of this, but his boss, Rita Kennedy, knew it all. The session ended with the good doctor wishing him the best. Kelvin drove home. He stopped off at a Whole Foods on the way home to fix a plate from the hot bar. He put two pieces of meatloaf, a couple of scoops of mashed potatoes, a spoonful of glazed carrots, and some raw broccoli in a take out plate. He paid for it and went to his apartment. The rest of the week went smoothly. Kelvin left work on the night preceding his next few days off. He had told the top brass at Langley he was going to take some time in Montreal to practice his French and do some sight-seeing. Kelvin entered the foreign country with his real passport. He left the Pierre Trudeau International Airport in a taxi. He checked in at a ...
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