"Of course. Dr. Casey said he warned you he felt the government was after him. Mr. Bernard, I hate to speak ill of the dead but Dr. Casey was an old m...n. He had recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and paranoid schizophrenia. Nobody, except you, me and the late Dr. Casey know what he invented. The man was a brilliant biochemist but in recent years his mind had slipped." Isn't that a bit of an oxymoron? His mind was slipping but he was a brilliant chemist." Dr. Casey's mental issues. Once he gave me the pass he was on tothe next look.I looked up. In front of me was Emma again in a beautiful deep readsatin and chiffon gown. Her ass was tight and perfect in the back. Sheturned around and saw me."Still here, huh?" she said, trying to get a rise out of me.I took a step close to her."Seriously, you look so hot in that dress. What are you doing later,maybe we can get a drink?" I said, deflecting and instead pushing herbuttons."What are you some kind of dyke?" No, I just know. ?Five minutes later, she dialed, again."Hello... ?" It was a woman's voice, cautious and a little hesitant.I hope I can pull this off! "Hello..." Betty said, "this is Mr. Ballard's secretary... I have an urgent message for him!" He's not here!" Are you Miss... Carla Reynolds... ?" Betty asked. "He had some kind of appointment with you... I believe..." Yes... I'm Carla! He was here... but he's gone now! Sorry... I can't help you..." She was brisk, anxious to end the conversation."Then... he did. He pushed into me slowly while kissing my neck and feeling my back and shoulders I liked that a lot and groaned with pleasure his cock rode up inside me and filled me completely I felt so full yet it felt good to me I liked this and I hoped he did too...He began to fuck me harder and my ass was bouncing up and down with the force of his strokes I was urging him on with her voice telling him I loved it and to fuck me harder he responded and began to really give it to me I saw why she cried out.