It was calling me. I was almost at my floor when the doors opened and a man got on. He was very attractive. He was wearing a tux, perfectly groomed an... not a hair on his head out of place. He sparked my interest. And why wouldn't he, I hadn't gotten laid in 2 years. It wasn't because I couldn't get men, it was because I didn't have time for them. My husband was my job. We reached my floor and I got off the elevator. I gave the gentleman a smile and headed to my door. The second I walked in I. The beautiful temp arched her back, thrusting her hips against Nichole's pistoning fingers as she came hard for the second time in just a few seconds.Both Stacy and Martin looked up, hearing the passionate cries of the temp. The accountant was now sucking her boss's dick, having been fucked to more orgasms than she could keep track of. Upon seeing the two lovely ladies through the window, Stacy's mouth dropped open, temporarily forgetting what she was doing. Martin simply grinned, as he. . ?" 27 years old." Ah, so she is an adult." When did you find her?" At about 9.15 this evening, that's 21:15 hours" And where?" We were on Djugarden Quay and she swam to us from the harbour." And she is English?" Not quite: she has dual British-Swedish nationality." And your address..."The brief interrogation establishes that Jennifer disappeared in London, that there was a police investigation and eventually her disappearance was reported to Interpol in the event that the investigation led. I got up and traced her to the guest bathroom.She called through the door, "Dad, I forgot to bring a towel in here with me. Can you get me one?" I told her to wait for a second and went to the linen closet to get one. When I turned around, she was standing in the bathroom door, naked and dripping wet. I stood, rooted to the spot, devouring her body with my eyes, and blushing furiously.She noticed my discomfiture and giggled, "What's the matter? It's nothing you haven't seen before," and strode.