I turned production at the bean plant over to the manager, who was quite capable. Eric and Alfred would assume the presidency together. I would be ava...lable to offer advice and moral support. All of these arrangements had taken about two weeks.I arrived in the capital in the middle of the afternoon. It was a bright sunny day. Not too hot, or too cold. Kristen had a small house just outside the palace grounds. She was at work when I arrived, but her maid sent her word shortly after, that I was. She is the kind of girl you can imagine in church, kneeling with bowed head, her dark hair lustrous in the dim light. Her gaze, were it to be lifted, is blue fire and unnervingly direct, but for the moment the fringe of her thick dark lashes looks modest enough. Her mouth is small and firm, and if her lips seem on the verge of parting, that is surely your imagination at work. She is serious about her business, and moves swiftly to complete it.The hotel room is like any other. A big bed. I looked down at his shorts and saw his tented shorts as well. The atmosphere became thick with sexual excitement. Thoughts raced through my mind of the first massage by Pierre. He moved up the side of the table; his thick cock was an inch from my hand. I looked up at his face again as he nodded; it’s as if he knew what I was thinking. His warm smooth hand was sliding up and down between my legs. My clit was getting very sensitive from the slow rubbing. I wanted to feel that slab of meat. "It was my fault, Sir. I was trying to push past her. I made us fall. I'm so sorry!"John was trying to think about what had been on his desk as he fought to remain calm. The financial analysis for next month's meeting with the CEO. Those papers had been arranged in a very specific order. That was going to be one hell of a headache. He took a deep breath and resolved to focus on the task at hand. "Julia, I get the feeling there is more to the story. Please continue."They both gave him a shocked.