Then I sit on his bed, bouncing happily, as he closes the door and gets settled. Dude, I whine, looking up at him through the blackened auburn color ...hat has manifested in my over-dyed hair, and wiggle my chest in a childish yet sexy manner. He grins and pulls off his shirt, flinging it onto his laundry hamper and stepping out of his jeans. Just teasing, man, he responds, pulling my legs apart and climbing into the bed, pulling my left thigh to his hip. He kisses me slowly, flicking his tongue. Then I was pleasantly surprised, because she put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the lips. I felt her hot tongue push its way into my mouth, so I returned the favour with my tongue and kissed her. Once we finished she pulled away and looked at me with a shy smile and her large pretty brown eyes."I take it you like me then?" she asked. I nodded slowly. "Would you... um, would you like to have sex with me? Now? And I mean that, I'm not joking or anything. I think I trust you to be. Discreetly covering her mouth, she cocked her head towards the table in the corner where the two men had been seated. ‘Since you went to the bar he hasn’t stopped looking at me’. I casually look across at the man. He was about forty, dark receding hair with a neatly trimmed beard, he was overweight and by the look of his gut, liked his beer. He was sat facing us and as I casually looked across he did a great job of starring at his phone before looking around, taking a quick glance in our. Even with that, he was only a few steps behind Whitaker when they checked out and both were on the curb when yet another non-descript black SUV pulled up with a male agent Taylor hadn’t met, driving.He and Whitaker made a bit of small talk, but that quickly fell off. It seemed there was little secret being made of Whitaker being yanked home by her supervisor, although from the prying questions their driver made, the actual reason wasn’t known. Whitaker dodged his questions and before long they.