A small drop of precum covered his cockhead, a harbinger of what was to come.Wanting to see the photos one more time, Steve spun around in the chair a...d opened his eyes."Holy Shit!" Steve cried out as he jumped up in the chair, dropping his cock.Standing at the edge of the desk was one of the cleaning ladies. Steve had seen her on many late nights, pushing her cleaning cart from office to office. But he had always ignored her, he didn't even know her name.Her name was Elisabeth Drechsler.. It happens every time, trust me. It seems to be written in some wicked magician 'how-to' book in the chapter about preparing external defenses for your citadel of evil. Fair enough ... the corresponding pages in the governmental do-gooder's manual says to give the suckers a nice heaping dose of magical flame and turn the constructs into animated torches!Mason Probert, damn his squirrelly ass, had read that manual too and was prepared for us. Much more prepared for us than we were for him!I. Lissa rolled to a stop, still facing him, and he had to stop or run into her."I've been looking for you, but I'm not exactly sure why," she admitted. "I'm probably just annoying you." No you're not," he said, truthfully. "You know, for the past week I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."Lissa looked pleased. "Really? Me too. Hey, you think maybe we can go someplace and talk? There's a couple things I should tell you."As it happened, they were next to a small beachfront park with some. Linda loves to dance and I don't so I couldn't really say anything but yes. The party was really getting cranked up. I watched Linda on the patio, sweating in the hot sun, covered with baby oil and just about naked in her skimpy suit. I guess the combination of her drinking and the freeing up of her inhibitions by James's blackmail threat had changed her normally reserved personality, because she was acting totally uninhibited, grinding her hips to the music, her big breasts bouncing with every.