But you didn’t answer my question, Sierra. Do we know each other?”I looked up at him, rolling my eyes. “You expect me to believe you can’t rem...mber?”“Well, I hoped I had forgotten something. To my surprise, most of your companions have been relatively pleasant; your brother, who has more reason than most to despise me has been almost welcoming, compared to your avoidance and open hostility. I’m not as young as I once was, and I couldn’t figure out why I bother you so, particularly, if we had. She moved her ass even closer to my dick. I was humping her and my hands were touching her waist.As no one was looking, I would at times try to insert my hands inside her pants. It was wet like a rain forest. I would also touch her breast whenever I got the chance.She was responding positively to my touches. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned around to face and said, “I want you to be inside of me and rock my world!”Now, we both were late for work and the bus was also very crowded. So. I had gone with her to show a house one time. The prospective buyer and his wife were obviously well off. During the tour the woman asked Monica if she was married. She gave a little laugh and just said she hadn't met a man yet that was a match for her.I didn't mind that my boss was coming on to me. As I said, I'd done some stuff with other girls when I was growing up. We never went down on each other though, only masturbated and sucked on each other's nipples (we were too small to call them. His voice was not carefully cultured like so many upper crust Brits. His was what I thought of as normal, and therefore more trustworthy.“Good morning, Chief Younger,” I replied just as sincerely.The Chief waved towards the conference table. “Why don’t we get comfortable, so that I can share some facts about a dilemma our government is facing, and then ask you for a favor?” Even though he phrased it as a question, it was more of an opening gambit to relax me. It did occur to me that he might be.