”He raised his hands to stop me when I started to speak.“He’ll brief you, Michael, no questions now. I told him we’d have lunch tomorrow, that...work for you?”“Sure.”“Legal attaché” was J. Edgar Hoover’s term for FBI agents stationed at U.S. embassies and consulates. Our guy here, José María Garibaldi, was pretty mellow, at least as far as FBI types go, but I’d heard stories about his early career that suggested his mellowness didn’t go very deep.The legal attaché and security officer were. As if it were something everyone had seen, Esmeralda answered, "Because he's had his eyes on her tits from the moment she walked in the door."Annette seemed flattered, "Is she telling the truth Alex? Have you been undressing me with your eyes all night long?" If I said yes, would you be offended?"To which she responded, "Would you if I told you I like having an audience?" Does the size of the audience matter?" It answered her question.She shook her head no.Teresa looked at me and said, "Well,. Neil watched out the window as the silver Mercedes convertible quietly slipped into an empty parking spot marked "Guest"."9:45 right on time." Neil thought as he watched the incredible package called Brandy shut her car door and click her remote, the alarm giving out a beep as it armed. In a few seconds a soft knock sounded on his door.Neil opened the door and Brandy walked in, "Hi Neil, God I'm so horny!" Well let's see if I can fix you up."Brandy smiled as Neil locked the deadbolt, "Oh hurry. “you wanna be my slave boy?” At that point with this young naked beauty stroking me, I’d have agreed to anything. She grabbed my boy pole with one hand the other rubbed across my balls under to my taint and circled my ass ring. She must have noticed I enjoyed one as much as the other. “I won’t let anyone fuck me until I’m married. But, I can fuck you.” Just what she meant didn’t register as she continued stroking my surging hardon with one hand and the other reached into her bag. She brought.