Thomas was encased from head to toe in skin tight silk, assassin's black, with no skin showing but for the slit around heavily made up eyes. A sheathe... katana hung by his side and there were several short knives tucked into the sash at his waist."Wow, those real?" Sera looked sceptically at the weapons."Nah," Thomas pulled the sword a little from its lacquered scabbard, wooden, but finely made all the same, "You look nice." T-thanks, you too." Sera only managed to tear his eyes from his partner. Any way we talk the whole time she is trying on clothes and she has me right in the dressing room as she is changing so I get alot of nip slips and beaver peaks. Sometimes she flirts with me way too much and I wonder if she wants more from me. This day she was checking out and my manager was standing there. Debbie tells my manager how much she likes me and how I help her pick out nice clothes and stuff, and she says "too bad I can't take Jack home with me to go thru my closet." "Well he can, it. "Or should I do it for you?"Monique moved, she couldn't stand the thought of this beast touching her yet. She undid the buttons of her dress at the back, wriggled it off her shoulders, down over her lush full hips and stepped out of it. She could feel the Arab's lewd eyes devouring her ripe mature body but she didn't dare look at him. She was still well built and solid for a woman of forty and kept herself in good condition by daily exercises. She pulled her slip up over her head and let it. "Get it back!" the supervisor ordered.The analyst began moving his mouse and clicking on various buttons."Negative sir, someone must have access to the source computer. We've been cut off permanently," the analyst said."You mean there's someone inside GCHQ?" the supervisor asked."Has to be sir," the analyst replied."What about the logs? Would they have access to the logs?" the supervisor asked with concern."Not if our guys deleted them and used our government standard package to shred the.