Feeling my heartbeat. Eyes slowly blinking. The handcuffs. Their coldness.She d****s a black scarf over my shoulder. She steps up behind me, coming cl...ser. I can feel the jacket on my back. Rough. Warm. She steps away. I hear the zipper slowly come undone.I make a small sound as presses herself against me. I can feel her breasts on my back. Firm and soft, lovely, classical. Her taut nipples press into my back. Her arms come around me, gently me squeezing me to her.I smell the jasmine. Her soft. " Yes James."Fifteen minutes later James was sitting in the Lounge, drinking coffee, when Chrystal glided into the room what a stunning sight. Chrystal was wearing a very daring short black shift dress, black fishnet hold ups, 4 inch black stiletto sandals. Her hair was wavy and cascading down her back like a brunette waterfall."Stunning." Was all James could say as his mouth dropped open.Chrystal turned and bent over slowly to reveal her pantyless arse. James could not stop the erection. It appeared there would be no encumbrances in our call, and I was right. We played for quite awhile, discussing our sexual experiences of the past AND our desires for the future. Lots of sweating and heavy breathing began and intensified. It was so very hot and steamy amongst us 3. It wasn't long before they were mostly oblivious to me, as they were both naked and getting very sexually serious. I coached them a bit as to performance. For example, I instructed each of them to do something they'd. It also could have been a shelf company. Gertie Oppenheimer is on it.I didn’t have a time-calendar for Texas. I wanted to see Randolph in person. In situ. Follow him, get a sense of the man. Ash had let the Dallas office know about me so we wouldn’t be stumbling over each other. Actually, it was so I wouldn’t be stumbling and bumbling around in their sandbox.Randolph had rented an apartment. Probably a wiser choice than buying. He had an offshore paymaster and only one client. While she won’t.