I reach for a cigarette, offeringhim one, and we smoke for a while in contemplative silence."How long until the next mission?" Iask finally."Two weeks..." He blows a smokering, staring at the ceiling.I really don't want to talk aboutbusiness. But what else? The weather? The economy? It's been so long sinceI've talked about anything other than the mission, nothing else seems real. "Do you want out?" he asks softly,eyes still on the ceiling."Do you want me out?"He shakes his head, grinds outhis. It felt good to have sex with a familiar face and one that looked so hot, as he kissed me and stared into my eyes while he came deep in my moist cunt. I told him that Bill would be over that afternoon as soon as he finished the club’s paperwork and deposits. Brett said that he didn’t care, but I knew that he couldn’t afford to lose his job. He soon left though and I unpacked and showered before Bill came by and took me to lunch. Bill made small talk and we ate our lunch as he told me how much. It's a little bit dusty but I'm sure the wine's still good."I didn't know about that ... could be vinegar for all we knew ... but he'd found a corkscrew too in a drawer and pop, went the bottle and the crispy sound of wine pouring into the flutes filled the room, merging with the crackling of the fire.I removed my coat and placed it on a chair and Brock did the same thing with his parka and flapped his arms around like a bird."This is damn amazing ... it's got to be 20 outside if that and it's. ‘Thong’ Another firm command. Her eyes already closed, the swift beating of her heart threatening to spill her composure into a desperate pant, Nike fought against her base instincts and suspended her own pride so that she could indulge in what she so very desperately wanted and needed. Reaching her long fingers down, the CEO held the bottom of her business skirt and hiked the fabric up her well muscled thighs – toned from years of fitness running. The bronze of her revealed skin grew up her.