I slipped off my heels and put on my flats to lessen my initial intimidation of him. Brian was fumbling about at his desk, looking for something as I ...pproached. Holding out my hand, I offered, "Welcome to our office. My name is Kimberly, and I work just across the aisle." Um, Hi," Brian replied while ineffectively trying to make eye contact. Staring at my legs and seemingly painfully shy, I was sure that Brian would do anything I asked of him."Would you like to go to lunch with me? I thought. You saw how manyguards line the aisle leading up to the throne. More than enough tooverwhelm any attempt to fight our way out of there. Capture wasinevitable, as was Vulcan interrogators dragging the names of his co-conspirators out of his brain. What happened was one of many scenarioswe had discussed. Sybok knew he was finished. He took that phaserexpecting me to do what I did. By burning a hole through his brain Iboth made it impossible for the names of his co-conspirators to bediscovered and. "Not that I know of, do we?" I reply with a grin. "We do now!" you send. And with that exchange, you are caught... hook, line, and sinker... or is it me that's caught? Saturday night rolls around and we are at a local hotel. The room is nice, a big king sized bed with firm pillows. We've stayed here before and I remember the feel of your body propped up on those pillows. I recall the look of your ass in the air, your face on the mattress. I know you are thinking the same thing as you run your. "I'd tease you, but I'm too damn horny." Umm ... where are your knickers?" I told you I was horny." God, if I'd known, I'd have had you out in the lounge, Roberta or not." Oh, you'd like some of that?" Which 'that'?" In-law." Fuck, no!" Oh, some of this?" Nicole spread her knees, and displayed pinkness surrounded by a bush of black."Yeah, that. Get over here."Nicole crawled up on the bed, and straddled her husband. She lifted the waistband of his black briefs and extracted his hard cock. She.