“I got my foot in the door a little today; I found a back door access into the Prince’s email accounts, he has several. One he is using strictly t... communicate with terrorists. Another is used for banking transactions; Burt is following that one,” Robert said.“It looks like the Prince is playing a shell game with the funds. Billions are moved from one account to another in different countries, only to come back full circle in a day or two.”“When deposits are made to the account from the Royal. Breaking our kiss, Sandra turned her back to me. Gathering her hair out of the way she asked me to un-zip her dress. My hands shook as I pulled her zipper down to expose nothing but smooth skin. She hadn't worn a bra. Probably didn't need to, I thought as my hands skimmed the dress off her shoulders to let it join my clothes on the floor.She turned and toed her pumps off. Both of us barefoot, I felt like a giantess as she stretched up on her toes to kiss me. I was eight inches taller than. I lifted her chin up and pressed my lips to hers. "Oh, Professor! Please! Please make me happy!" I didn't care what she called it, but I knew it was going to make me happy, too. She slid to her knees and didn't hesitate as she opened her lips and filled her mouth with my hardness. She was very good - maybe among the best I had ever had - licking and sucking and nibbling. Finally, she could tell when it was time, and proceeded to fuck my cock with her hot, wet mouth. It didn't take long. I began. "That's right Melinda, get it nice and wet because this big dick is going to be all the way down your throat when I cum." She was getting into it, moaning while I talked dirty to her and quickly sucking my cock deep into her mouth. There I was, standing tall with one of hottest women I had ever met on her knees bobbing her pillowy-soft lips up and down my shaft.I couldn't help but notice the change in Melinda's oral techniques. She had been pretty good with her mouth before, but she had always.