He paused before saying anything more to the receptionist.He was planning to sit in the waiting room for a little bit. It was only fair. He looked at ...he art work on the walls, and thumbed through an industry magazine."A little late aren't you?" a soft voice drawled."Would you believe I forgot to adjust for the time... zone?" Luke finished on a flat note looking up. It was her. This was Jessica Hill. His supermodel brunette."Time zone. From here to the building across the street?" she asked. Though I had already seen them in all their glory, this voyeuristic view of them half-hidden like this had a certain naughtiness that felt particularly arousing. I tried not to look, but each time she bent over I couldn't help but take a peek.Once we finished, we headed out to the front room and plopped down on the couch, resting for a while before our shopping trip. Kimmy scooted in next to me and leaned her head against my arm, as it was too low to reach my shoulder.Impulsively, I put my. We spoke about trying something again and she agreed so we had a trip down to Toronto and stayed in one of the downtown hotels. I asked her to dress up for me in a short skirt (Just above the knees) stockings, no panties black bra and a blouse with a little cleavage. I went out first and told her to dress after I left and I would meet her in the bar as if I just met her. unknown to her I had a ranged for a escort to meet us in the bar casually! I had told him what we looked like and I hid. It depended on your perspective. Finally. He broke out into a bigger smile at the thought of starting the fight. You really are a sick fuck. She’s sticking a knife in you and you’re smiling. Hehehe. Once we’re finished here, I’m going to work. Work? I’m going to make every fucker who ever crossed me pay. Wow. Every fucker?….Wow. Aiming high aren’t we? You don’t know how high. Of course I do. I’m in here remember. I just like asking rhetorical questions. You do? Don’t be a smart arse. **** e.