It was the third week of September when Pete Mahoney called me and asked if I could come to his office. I agreed, of course, but dreaded the likely su...ject of the meeting."Come on in, Geoff. We'll meet in the board room. I've got a guest you will want to talk to."I walked into the board room and saw a middle-aged man in a dark blue suit, white shirt, and dark tie, sitting at the table. He rose when we entered."Geoff, this is agent Sam Hildebrand of the Seattle office of the FBI. He has some. On the morning of their departure I was in a wicked mood and wondered if I could create a situation where sex was once more to the fore, knocking this time though before going in with the tea tray. They smiled and were no way embarrassed this time and it was obvious that they had only just stirred and were more ready for a cup of tea than fun. I let them have their drink as I sat on the bed next to my new nephew, being only dressed in a wrap myself this time my ample double-d breasts were not. "Young lady, you are correct in your points and before I leave, I will have that group of players corralled and under heavy supervision. "Is there anything else you can suggest?" he asked."Not at this time, but I will discuss this with the women's team and all the girlfriends and provide Michael with that input upon his return. I will leave a message on his cell if something important comes up that has to be addressed sooner. Thank you for taking this issue seriously sir." She responded."Thank. She didn’t have any make-up on. Except for a bit of flesh-coloured lipstick. A black-leather, bomber-style jacket and backless, high-heeled shoes made up the rest of her attire. Basically, she looked good enough to fuck!! Smelled like Rose-Water, too! She and her friend, cute girl with big, blue eyes. Spent a few minutes quickly drinking down a pair of cocktails. Made by ‘yours truly’ and then, along with the other patrons. Got their stuff together and prepared to leave. R, called me over.