I shake my head to show I don’t know what he’s saying, and he speaks again but this time v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. Why do we always do that when there�...�s a language barrier? I mean, Greek is Greek whether you speak it fast or slow or in-between.But it’s not Greek, it’s not French or German or Russian or any other language I’ve ever heard. I’m no linguist, maybe a bit of Spanish though not much more, but mostly you can recognize at least a little of what somebody’s saying if you listen close, and I. He was sitting behind his desk and the first thing he did, was sending Agent 8 an E-mail with information about Sofia that he had received from Sylvia. He wrote her that Sofia could maybe have said that she had done a crime during her polygraph, because she had stolen a perfume bottle not so long ago. He also wrote her about the rent money Sofia was paying Sylvia, and that she had to check this with her and try to find out where that money was coming from, because the information from Sofia's. Him and his wife got a divorce about a year-and-a-half ago. That’s when Tom became very flirtatious with me. But I always kept it light because I am a married woman after all.I guess here I should tell you a little about me. I’m a 30 something, white happily married woman. Who is only had sex with one other man besides my husband, and that was back in high school. I’m 5 foot 10 inches, about a hundred and thirty eight pounds, dark brown mid-length hair, blue eyes, and the parts you guys all. Of course, standing there with my rigid cock in my hand, which he said he liked the look of, I readily agreed!The following week I arrived at the new place to find them naked and already pleasuring themselves and, upon seeing me in the gathering dusk, they turned on the interior light.As I approached the front passenger window as usual, I noticed something different. The window had been wound fully down and after a while I took what I believed to be a silent invitation to reach in and fondle.