.. Sofia Preston, also American," Eva said. "They are rarely apart." Are they romantic?" I don't know," she shrugged. "The man is Cindy's agent, her m...nager. I found very little on..." They're moving," Wolfgang interrupted."She'll be returning to her hotel," Eva suggested as she glanced at her watch. "My appointment is at two. Should I cancel?" No," he answered. "We know where she'll be. We've seen enough." I want to meet her," Eva said, watching as the woman stood up, moving like any other. I pulled her hips down and plunged into her, pumping this delectable woman deep and hard, my fingers straying into her arse and tickling her there. She rode me inexpertly, as though she wasn’t accustomed to being on top, then quickly climbed off and turned on the shower. Cold water hit me as I scrambled to my feet but quickly turned warm and we embraced as we rinsed each other, before skipping back into the bedroom, toweling as we went.Through the master bedroom, where I briefly imagined her. I made the drive back to Raleigh with a real dislike of the roads. I was even happier than Lillian when her probation ended the week after thanksgiving.The day her probation ended. she walked into her office and explained that she had hated every minute of the last year. She also served her boss with a court ordered ruling. It was something about indentured servitude. It said simply that she was getting the fuck out of Dodge. If the company tried any other shit to try to collect their debt, she. Her grin revealed more teeth and having finished putting her suit on, did a little twirl. It fit her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Well?” “If I had a sign that said a bazillion outa ten I would be holding it up right now.” I smiled. She rolled her eyes but her face turned a dark shade of red, and she nervously tucked her hair back behind her right ear. She looked herself over, “Maybe I shouldn’t be wearing this. I mean I’m thirty years old for crying.