In a sense it seemed like it was but a few moments ago and when he thought about it, it could’ve been hours ago for all he knew. Her reaction was di...ferent as she began to giggle. At some point she reached between her legs proudly showing him her arousal, teasing him with it. Not unexpectedly it got his attention. His mouth felt dry as he took another sip of wine. He couldn’t believe how good it tasted as he licked his lips looking at her teasing him. She understood and accepted the inherent. The Congressman disappeared, and we may have... Well, killed him.”I felt for reassurance. I popped the lid and sat back. “So, New York’s finest killed a Congressman!” Stalker saw me smirk, and frowned.“He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.” He looked up, his mouth awash with shit, “It’s complicated.” I raised an eyebrow. “Know anything about his wife?” I enquired.“Why you ask?” Stalker went defensive. I pushed a reassuring clip of George Washington’s across the table.“Can’t find her.. With the doors locked. Ben slowed to a crawl in front of a row of terraced houses across from a short row of shops, a newsagents, an off-licence, a pizza joint, all illuminated by gaudy neon signs. Scanning the door numbers, he eventually brought the car to a stop, and, taking his mobile from the hands-free cradle, made a call. “We’re here,” he said before a pause. “Will do. Two minutes.” He killed the call. “We’re here?” I asked. “We’re here,” he confirmed. He didn’t understand the subtext of. He slid the vibrator inside my tight hole and started furiously licking my pussy. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, legs shaking as he hit all the right spots. He used his free hand to play with my nipples, pushing all my buttons and making my pussy drip. I moaned loudly, shouting his name and releasing 'ooh's and 'ahh's. I was shaking and could feel I was close to orgasm. I grabbed his hair, pushing him into my pussy, the pressure building on my clit and g-spot. I exploded and squirted.