"As Bob waved goodbye, he thought to himself, "Its me who should be thanking you." Bob knew that John Owens would not be a buyer without Christine's h...lp. It suddenly occurred to him that John may have had something else in mind when he requested that a hot babe show him around. Bob dismissed the notion and headed off to his engagement.Christine was standing in the lobby of John Owens' hotel when two men approached. Christine had told John when she phoned from the lobby that she was wearing. You are so wet I can feel it beginning to spill out and begin to be absorbed by your panties. Now going in near perfect motion your head down my finger deeper. We drive past the gas station and pull down this dirt road. Still with your mouth on my dick and my finger deep in your see pussy. As the truck slows to a stop, your feel the stop and lift your mouth off from my dick and sit up in your seat. With my finger still in your pussy you do a little wiggle and open the door. Wither the truck. This was the paranoid niece who made Ambrose Devlin walk around with a cannon? “Er, sorry to interrupt whatever it was you were doing, Miss Spencer. I’ll just leave you to it,” I blurted out, rising once more only to plop back into my seat again at her glaring gesture.“It is Spencer-Killdare, Mr. Laetham,” she corrected with a mild rebuke. “And you may as well tell me why you are here. I have already cooled down, so I won’t be returning to my practice.”“Er, that is I ... well,” I stumbled. When he realized that, he actually looked at Richa who was now really nervous and anxious. She was not sure how to react and just kept delaying her reaction. Meanwhile, the man, quickly realizing her condition, wiped some more sweat drops from his forehead and sprinkled them on her face. Without realizing, Richa again licked the lips indicating that she was liking the taste. That was probably too much for him as he was definitely getting rock hard. “Let us get down at this next stop, I will.