“Mr Robertson. Hi.” Mia winced at the breathy, rushed sound of her voice. No matter how many times she’d spoken to him over the past week he’d...kept her constantly on edge and unable to relax. She glanced at her watch, noting it was already after midnight. “Yes, I’ll most likely be here for a few more hours.” “I thought you might be there for a while. I need to drop by the office to pick up some paperwork. I’m just calling ahead to let you know.” His secretary had set up the first meeting. My first reaction was to wonder where on earth I would wear a bikini, but when I put one on I realised that they would again be good for formal occasions. The thin mesh is just right for giving the appearance of being covered but from a couple of metres you would easily be able to see my nipples, areolas and the front of my slit. What’s more, the bottoms are of the thong variety and if I pull the bottoms up they disappear between my lips making them visible as well.Finally, the thongs; I picked. “I missed you too,” she whispered. We made our way upstairs and into the bedroom. Instead of throwing ourselves onto the bed, we crashed into the wall by the window, not even noticing as we ripped our clothes off and licked the inside of each other’s mouths. As soon as Angel’s jeans and panties were off, I got down on my knees and buried my lips and tongue in her sweet slit. Lathering her insides and drinking her essence, I was on Cloud 9 while simultaneously making Angel moan in ecstasy. Her. ”-The Shamen, “Space Time“Contessa Helena de San Finzione was checking out Susan’s ass in her form-fitting tactical shorts.It wasn’t really Susan’s ass, and for that matter, didn’t seem to quite be the Susan she’d talked to on Skype a few times. She seemed more like Lara Croft, but that was probably due to her being dressed as Lara Croft and having just done some kind of tomb-raiding somersault flip while gunning down the two beasts that were now being dragged off the set by stagehands. A big.