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Things were going as planned. Jonas had effectively gotten a leg in the door. As further proof of this, Mike had called over and said that his parents were anxious to meet him, and asked if he would be willing to drop by about 7:00 for dinner. Jonas, of course, willingly obliged. About noon, Jonas took a drive around the town to get a look at things. It was a fairly small island town, but it was nice. Oddly enough, global commercialism had even hit here: there was an Old Navy next door to a family-owned shoe shine business. After scoping out the area, Jonas returned home and called his boss to let him know that things were going well. They also set up a time to go over more material the next day. At about 6:30, Jonas began getting ready for dinner. At 7:00 straight up, Jonas knocked on the Johnsons' door. Barely a moment later, Mike opened that door with great flare, as if he were letting in royalty. "Go ahead up stairs, my room's the only one up there. I'm going to let my mom know that you're here." Jonas nodded and proceeded up the stairs to the second floor. While he waited, Jonas had an innocent look around the Mike's room. Jonas muttered to himself as he looked around, "A typical teenager's bedroom: messy, music posters lining the walls, and..." as he lifted the edge of the mattress, "girlie magazines. Hmm. That's odd." Jonas released his grip on the mattress when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Mike appeared in the doorway, smiled, and closed the door behind him as he entered. "My dad went to get some wine, so we'll start eating as soon as he gets back." There was a moment of silence before Jonas reached into his pocket and retrieved a ball of wadded up cloth. "Here you forgot these." He shook them and they unrolled to reveal a pair of board shorts. Mike smiled. "Well, it's a good thing you brought them back, because we definitely won't be needing them over at your house." And with that, Mike pushed Jonas backwards onto his bed and then followed. At dinner, Senator Johnson was definitely more interested in talking about recent political escapades, than keeping his family out of boredom, but everyone pretended to be interested. Eventually, the conversation shifted to Jonas and his line of work. He proceeded to sell them all the garbage that had been worked up for him to relate if asked. This, too, was pretty boring (as it was intended to be) and the conversation quickly shifted. Jonas only slightly paid attention. His attention tended to drift from one member of the family to the next. Mike was talking about the classes he was planning on taking next semester. Jonas noticed how his lips closed around the spoon as it entered his mouth. It began to turn him on so, that he had to focus somewhere else. As far as he could tell, Sarah Johnson looked about 40. He could define a couple streaks of gray, but her skin was blemish and wrinkle free. She caught Jonas watching her and once in a while would throw him a quick smile. Finally his gaze settled on Alfred Johnson. Alfred was definitely older than his wife, but not by much. He had read that the Senator would be 45 in November. He looked pretty good for his age. While his black hair was graying at the temples and you could definitely see his age in his face, the Senator's eyes sparkled youth and his hands showed signs of strength. Jonas guessed that he worked out. A comment directed at Jonas brought him out of his reverie. "Mike and I are going deep-sea fishing tomorrow." Mike rolled his eyes. "Sarah was going to go too, but now she's copped out. So that leaves us with an empty spot. Would you care to join us?" Jonas swallowed a sip of his soup. "I'd love to, but a friend of mine will be in town tomorrow morning and I'd like to see him before he leaves. Thank you though." The Senator shrugged, "Well, your loss. Maybe next time." As dinner finally drew to a close, Alfred excused himself to make a business call; Sarah picked up the dishes and went into the kitchen; Mike walked Jonas back to his house. At the front door to Jonas' beach house, Mike commented, "It's too bad you can't come. It's going to be hell tomorrow. I hate doing things with my dad. Then the next day I have to go to the mainland with my mom to get some lawn furniture. Ahhh. When will I get to spend some time with you?" Jonas smiled and pecked Mike on the lips. "I'll tell you what, tomorrow night sneak over here, and we'll spend some quality time together." Mike confirmed it and ran back home. The next day, Jonas woke up around 8:00 and headed off into town for his meeting with Chief Sanders. He took notice that the Senator and his son had already left. The meeting place was the Holiday Inn downtown. They didn't want it to look conspicuous. Officer Towne pulled into the space next to the Chief's rental. And headed up to the room. The chief opened the door after the first knock. Sanders was wearing a white button-down shirt and brown slacks. Before the door was even closed, Jonas began removing Sanders' shirt. He began expertly kissing and sucking on his nipples. Meanwhile, Sanders was groaning, "Oh, I missed you." After several minutes devoted to the removal of clothing and foreplay, they go down to business. They decided that since Sanders was the senior officer that he should be able to give the first fuck. So it was Jonas on his back and legs in the air. Every few seconds he let out a groan as the Chief plowed his ass. After the he had climaxed, it was the Chief's turn to moan and groan. After cleaning and sucking each other off in the shower, the meeting was adjourned and Jonas headed back to his car. Glancing at his watch he noticed it was barely noon. More than enough time for some further investigation. It was until he had buckled himself back into his car that he realized that there hadn't been much discussion during that meeting. After returning home, Jonas made a trip across the lawn to visit Mrs. Johnson under the pretense that he was looking for a good pool service. Eventually the conversation strayed to that of the Senator's campaign. He was unsuccessful in getting any dirty information out of this woman. Either there was nothing to get, she didn't know, or she wasn't willing to tell. Maybe she needed more persuasion. Jonas began to brighten his smile and flirt slightly. These small hints weren't going unnoticed by her and she would chuckle every few minutes. When she got up to get more coffee, Jonas followed her and in the hallway he grabbed her around the waist and whispered in her ear, "I must have you." She slyly responded, "Then why didn't you say so earlier." In the master bedroom, Jonas had discovered that this woman was much more dominant than he had previously thought. She had forced him to strip to his underwear for her before she would even consider sex. Then she made him stand still and circled him, rubbing her hands along his chest and down to his crotch. Finally she conceded and she daintily removed all of her clothes. Jonas was awed by her body. Her nipples stood out and erect. Her skin rose and fell in all the right places. But remained star struck for only a few seconds before she forced him onto the bed, ripped off his last remaining clothing and rode him. By the time there romping was finished, they were both exhausted physically. They just lay there: Jonas on his back, and Sarah on her stomach with his soft cock in her mouth. All Jonas could think was that this was definitely the best assignment he had ever had. There's still more to come. This has been another installment by Nullalloy@hotmail.com