“Turn around!” he commanded as he dropped his boxers to the floor and approached Lissa while licking his chops. “General Samuel David Whitmore,” Lissa stated in a loud and clear voice. Porn Sam was sitting peacefully staring out blankly into space directly in front of him with Lissa humming softly to his right side. Sam sat in awe as the single female moved at an incredible speed, running considerably faster than any normal human could. “This is a frozen sperm sample she collected last night at an event in which she was deployed.” He held the frozen capsule up so the CIA agent could look at it. Never ever a wrinkle or stray piece of lint anywhere could be found, and his shoes were always polished to a mirror finish, indicating some kind of military background.
