The German had in fact visited the state run chemical plants in Bolivia twice over the past six months and he had made large cash payments to the dire...tors. It is not often that I do not get all that I need from a source. I shouldn’t have let that Brunette pull the wool over my eyes like that. Sarah and the other top brass were not at all pleased with the way I had handled myself. Word around the agency was that I tended to fuck a lot during assignments, but never before has my indiscretions. She was only five-foot-three, and with her slim figure, her 34B tits were a rewarding compliment to her frame. She was so aroused that her nipples stood out proudly. I bent forward and put my lips to her breast and inhaled her into my mouth. She moaned and tossed her head back for a moment before I felt her hands roaming the front of my jeans and caressing my cock through the denim. She had tortured me all day, and my cock could take no more teasing. Keeping her nipple in my mouth, I reached. "The way her conversation jumped about for the next couple of minutes asshe tried to explain how she felt about being a woman in the bikerworld, and her taste in men confused me even more than how excited shewas about my admitting that I was a crossdresser."So trust me sweetheart," Robbie said with a smile, "when I tell youthat I'd prefer it if you dressed as a girl for me I mean it, and Ipromise I won't laugh, because you're bound to look better than I everdid in a dress."Still red-faced I. Absently, she flipped her laptop open to reread what she’d written. She thought it was pretty good so far, probably better than anything she’d worked on previously, which made losing the chance to improve it feel even more bitter. She scrolled down to the end, wondering if she would ever be able to finish her story now.But there, underneath her story, separated by a few lines, was a phone number, an address, “7:00 pm”, and his name. Ethan. A smile lit up her face as she shoved her laptop back.