“I don’t know if I trust my legs enough to walk” she replied. With that he swooped her up into his arms and strode out of the water. She held hi... tight, her heart beating rapidly. Soon he had reached the grassy area where they had left their clothes. He gently put her down, still holding her close to him and once more seeking out her mouth. His tongue found hers and they snaked around each others. He slowly started kissing her neck, her earlobes until she was moaning with desire. His hands went. Suddenly, his tone changed and he said, "OK, that takes care of the security check. We can now speak without having to worry about electronic eavesdropping. I know that our guests are on a tight schedule, so I will move along with no further stalling. Basically, as I understand the situation, our guests wished to lease a building with a minimum of 300,000 square feet for a period of 12 months, with an option for an additional 12 months. This building must have a clean room and must have heavy. It was a busy night with wedding guests mulling around before the evening disco got in to full swing after a big wedding from that afternoon. Holding on to my pint, I spotted a table with empty seats and had only just sat down when Chris arrived and said Hi Tony nice to meet you at last and sat with me a glass of wine in his hand. It was not long before I saw Trace walking towards us, she was wearing a very nice thin summer dress and looked gorgeous, high heels too and a nice handbag to set off. He muttered something which sounded like "What the hell!" and there she was again, that hussy, sitting in his place, still holding the same glass in her manicured hand. Some part of me couldn't help noting that that sort of glass with that sort of drink looked much more at home in that sort of hand, but I refused to get distracted by that too. "No mirrors," she said, and damn her blood-red talons if even the voice wasn't the perfect breathy sort that men find so inexplicably.