Kritikos. After two hoursof feeling Mr. Kritikos occasional touch of my leg and the lustful look inhis eyes, my bosses struck a deal with him. It seem...d favorable to ourside so that made me happy. Almost as happy as the knowledge that we couldleave.As we left Mr. Kritikos shook my bosses' hands before he embraced me. Hepressed his body up against mine. I could feel the erection in his pants.I wanted to puke. I had done the same thing to women. He let me go andasked, if I'd like to do dinner. Her hand shook a little as she reached for it picking it up slowly and lifting it to her ear. What she heard next made her gasp before she could cover her mouth. "What was that?" she heard a female voice ask and it wasn't her sisters. "That was me moaning what do you expect when I hear your sexy voice talk about licking my pussy?" Lisa quietly walked down the hallway to her sister’s door wondering why she didn't hear anything before. "Well you better be careful you don't want Lisa to hear you.". “Oh, God,” she said, her eyes again closed.Her fingers found her clitoris again. I moved them away and took over massaging her button. She squeezed her thighs on my hand and I slid my middle finger into her cunt, finger fucking her while she pumped her hips.“Oh, touch my clit again. Please rub it faster.”I did as she asked.“Oh, God, oh, God.” She squeezed her thigh muscles tighter. “Oh, more, more, more.”Her entire body released. “Oh, yes.” And then she reached out for me. “Hold me.”I bent over. An email or a quick call was all it would have taken.At 1100 Secretary Dean of the State Department, General Ingram and my group of advisors were sitting at the fancy meeting table with me at the end with the US flag and the Presidential Flag behind me and off to the side so they would be seen on the video feed from the room.At 1115 - fifteen minutes late - Secretary Santos came on the screen.“It’s time you stopped your military action against Iran. You have been bombing 24/7 for three weeks..