She distributed a few bills and some hugs (and received invitations for lunch…of a special kind). At midnight, she was in position and the few girls...around her were ready to let her have that Jane. Rachel’s car appeared at midnight right on the dot. The car stopped in front of Jasmine who wore a very attractive short tight skirt and a blouse which supported her tits and showed them at the same time. “Hi sweetie”, said Rachel as she lowered the window“Hi cutie”, answered Jasmine“Usual rate for a. When we finally fell apart, sweaty and gasping for breath, she rubbed a large breast up my arm and ran her fingers through the hair on my belly. "They wanted me to seduce you," she whispered, her lips right at my ear."Why?" I gulped out, my long spear limp on my thigh."Think you may be a spy, they do. Want to find out, get names of others. That's what they told me." She kissed my cheek and lay back, warm and moist. My arm was under her waist, my hand about her broad buttocks."Who does?" I asked. It felt fabulous and sensed her pleasure too. I pulled her unzippered top over her arms and again she took it from me, then guided my hands to the bra-straps on her shoulders. ‘Don’t take it off, just explore … and imagine.’ I ran my fingers along and through a fascinating, complex maze of narrow, interwoven, criss-crossing smooth satin straps that made up what could only loosely be described as a bra. Across her narrow back, over her shoulders, under her arms, then tentatively brushing only. "Fucking hell, Steve, I feel so fucking horny I could fuck for England! Does it always have that effect?" The language fitted her present 'slut' persona."Sometimes! And don't forget I'm here if you want to fuck for them." He indicated the waiting men, dropping a massive hint in the process."Right now I don't think you'd be big enough. I think my cunt could take three of you and still find room for a dildo!" She was talking filth deliberately, turning herself on again by doing so. Then an idea.