Could she get away with fooling MI6 into giving her the info she wanted? What if she couldn’t find Nin? What if she could? After all, it was just he... conviction that had set her on this ... what was it? A quest? A wild goose chase? Suppose her contact with MI6 prompted them to scramble Nin’s whole plan? And how did Georg manage to get nearly $5 million? Not to mention: should she contact Mossad when she had information from MI6 – if she got any information from MI6, that is.She snuck a look at. She was into him, that was my assessment in any case.Claire popped in and out, boobs swaying under the light fabric of her dress. She spun to head back to the kitchen, and her dress floated up. Just enough to catch a glimpse of her tight arse cheeks. She either had a thong on, or nothing. Needless to say my cock was starting to shift.Linda was dressed as though she'd just come from work; grey plaid skirt, white blouse through which her patterned bra was plainly visible. She wasn't a bad looking. With a shout of "tah dah" Billy pulled a small bottle of pain pills from the pocket and then I remembered being given them last night and putting them in my bag I had forgotten to give them to Billy this morning. I turned away quickly and mumbled something as I went back to my room. I took a few deep breaths to try and get the image of Billy's semi erect penis out of my head. It didn't work my mind kept trying to imagine it hard and erect and my heart raced just thinking about. I do get regular. Pet looked slightly nervous, but his excitement was obvious, just the same. As was mine; my panties feeling damper by the moment. I slid my index finger into my panties, relishing the wetness that was seeping from me. ?Now, stick our your tongue for me, please,? I instructed my Pet once again.Pet obeyed, his tongue poking from his mouth. ?Farther,? I ordered. Pet stuck his tongue out as far as he was able. I rubbed my newly coated index finger over his upper lip. Pet groaned at his.