We dragged our spy to a remote island in the Caribbean.

She needed more training.

I called it self isolation.

The island was, in fact, a resort owned by Richard Branson.

He wasn't very happy about us commandeering his island.

But Langley reminded him of their file on him which soon shut him up.

Everyone in the industry knew that Branson was a spy.

He was always feeding Langley on the intrigues that went on on his other island.

Langley had the place bugged.

It worked well for American business interests to have such bountiful dirt on the mostly Middle Eastern businessmen.

Veronica wanted to go skin diving.

Only if you run up and down the beach a few times.

I wanted to see her godly boobs struggle to escape from a shinny black bra I bought her as a present. It had Big Tit Inc emblazoned on it.

Her matching g-string was promising, showing her camel toe.  

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