I wouldn't have accepted your kind offer to dance if my husband minded. You see, he's not much of a dancer and I just love to dance."I was disappointe... that Paula was married but not surprised. Beauties like her get snapped up. Gosh, beauty and such a nice lady. As we continued our dance I said, "I certainly appreciate you allowing me the pleasure of dancing with you. You dance very well."Paula smiled and said, "Thank you, Bill. You're pretty good yourself." So where is your husband," I. It was, we were told by the Accountant, who was our usual link with the criminal group, "a very sensitive matter." He was a pompous little man who usually wore grey and who seemed to enjoy his role as messenger of the gods.The accountant explained that Mr Black, one of the triumvirate who ran the criminal syndicate had recently been deserted by his lover. Not only had Mr Black been thrown over but his former paramour planned to marry within the week. Mr Black was extremely upset, said the. "I looked at his big hand before I looked up into his face, "do not do that."His grin widened and I saw several of his men laugh. He started to jab into my chest and I dropped the lists in my hand. I slid aside as my left hand caught his right. The thumb pressed as I twisted and turned and he yelled as his arm was locked. I snapped a kick behind his knees and he went down.I lifted and twisted and swung the arm back and he went back and crashed to the ground. I came down in a strike to his. My hands, now yours, slip down my belly. Your hand is sliding down past my navel to cup my pussy in your hand. Softly at first, but the urge to squeeze it hard overrides that first act.I grind against my hand and feel the heat of my pussy against my fingers. I tickle my bare pussy lips lightly, teasing myself. Your fingers are wriggling against my labia, lightly stroking. My legs spread wider to accommodate the play.I slide my finger into my wet slit as water pounds against my back and.