She was probably five-six in heels, natural curves, I couldn't stop looking at her."Can I get you a drink?" I asked."Dark rum and cola," she said with...another wide smile, those perfect white teeth. "And a straw."The barman nodded as he made up the drink, his eyes on her at the same time. The back of her dress started half-way down over her shoulder blades, showing just enough skin to draw attention without flaunting it. Accepting the drink, she slowly began to suck through the straw with her. The snake round her neck started it’s way down to investigate the source of this powerful odour wafting from her nether regions, not thinking anything of it at first. The snakes were always moving around when they get tired of one spot. It’s head was on her lap inches from her smelly crotch. His tongue kept darting in and out of his mouth. He was enjoying the scent of her sopping wet pussy. Not knowing what came over her, Martha lifted her cropped denim mini skirt and eased her white lace. ’ I’d got her and she wasn’t going to argue against it. Dad was a bit harder to breakdown, but mum told him to take it easy and that they’d discuss it later. I left them to stew over it and went upstairs to phone Gina. ‘How did it go?’ ‘About as well as can be expected I suppose.’ ‘They weren’t too keen then.’ ‘They’ll come round to it.’ ‘Are you coming back over?’ ‘If you’re wearing something black and skimpy I am.’ ‘I’ll see you soon then.’ ‘I’ll phone you when I leave here.’ With. Of course if other people were around a little caked toilet cubicle would do. One particular night I Wasn,t alone in the building as one of the private secretaries for the Managing zdirector was working late to clear some paperwork from a contract signing earlier in the evening and I completely forgot shevwas still in the building. I,d already done a first patrol of the building while the staff were still using the board room so had checked the rest closing windows, fire escapes, switching off.