Just do it.”Here’s the moment, another one, where I earn my salary.“I’m sorry, Mr. Ambassador, but that is not an instruction I am permitted t... accept.”“What?” He began to sputter, then realized what he’d said and what I’d said. “You know what I mean, just...” Here he paused again. “Give it every consideration.”“Yessir.”With that I turned and walked out. I passed Tootsie with a wave. I don’t know if she knew what the subject had been. She probably did. I’d heard the ambassador’s single. His fleshy tongue tasting her thighs. He pulled his knife clipping her panties off. He stared at her beautiful and warm pussy. His small hand slowly began to rub it as an evil little chuckle overcame him, grasping her little clit and pulling gently. She gave resistance, her hips trying to get away from its grasp. Its rub was gentle, but firm, he was trying, and quite successfully, to turn her on. With an almost sniveling laugh he taunted her.“Your musky little cunt betrays you bitch.” He chided. She was at lunch in the kitchen when the door bell went.Elsie stayed and had a coffee, then left, Jane having explained to her that she had to have a real blitz on her work. She agreed to join her for a meal around seven.' George's been away all week-end at a conference', Elsie said, 'I made him steak-pie but he's going straight to his office in town to see a client and won't be home till after ten. You come and keep me company and it'll save you stopping to cook.'Jane stopped work at. “Pat, my father left my mother rather well off, but I need to stake my own place in this field. What do you think these pieces could fetch in the world of fine art?”He went from piece to piece, looking at them very closely then turned and said, “I would guess 40 to 50 each.”“Man, I thought these were better than that...”“$40 to 50 thousand each, Steven – I wouldn’t doubt if people who have your father’s work - wouldn’t want ‘something from the son!’ What’s under here?” he said approaching the.