”“When are you suggesting this debauchery?” I asked. I wasn’t comfortable with it yet, but my cock was doing some of my thinking for me. Wendy...��s hand in my lap wasn’t helping me be completely rational.“This weekend. Sunday, to be specific. Through Monday. It’s a holiday. Wendy gets off work at two Sunday and Allison closes her current production Saturday night. Bree, Whitney, and Rio will be looking for something to do over the long weekend.”“Rio?”“That’s not all. Sandra and Walt are biding. To be honest, my mother scoring below the cutoff is only slightly less surprising than Maria's CAP score. I inherited my brains from my mother but have always thought she was more intelligent." Mr. Jessa was the anonymous tip that came in to us about your location?" Lieutenant Jones asked me.I shook my head. "He planned the whole thing. He was the 'boss' they were waiting for." Why?" she asked."You got what you wanted, Lieutenant Jones," I said. "I agreed to a pickup. Mr. Jessa wants a pickup. He arrived a little later than usual but his wife was with him. My man intercepted them and directed them to the elevators leading to my office. I offered Mrs. Wade a leather chair in front of my desk and watched her sit, her short skirt riding high on her shapely thighs as she settled back. Resuming my seat behind my desk, I watched as Wade settled into the other facing chair, squirming as if he was uncomfortable."Mr. Wade, as you know, you had agreed to settle your debts with the casino in. His hands were going up and down my hips, thighs, and legs. He unhooked the garters, carefully removed my stockings, and lifted the garter skirt from my waist. I felt his tongue softly licking my thighs. I moaned. He saw a wet spot on my thong. He pushed it aside. With his mouth, he dampened two of fingers and entered them inside my pussy and clit. I was hot and wet all at once. He smiled as he looked at me and said, "Are you always this wet?" I said to him "Not often." I moaned and panted as.