"Is the projectdirector going too?" Martin shook his head. "So it's just the two ofyou." I looked up. Martin nodded, avoiding my eyes."I don't thi...k I'm too happy about that," I said testily."It's the project director's decision," Martin said uneasily. "There'snothing I can do about it." He squirmed in his seat, alive to my concernand having the grace to be embarrassed about the situation. "There'sreally nothing I can do," he repeated. "Nothing will happen. Ipromise."Well, that was. "Let's park up down by the lake," suggested a drunken Robbie."Yeah," chorused the two girls. It was not that I didn't fancy session with Debbie, I just didn't fancy hearing Kelly and Robbie at it in the back. Debbie was all over me, I quickly stripped her clothes off until she was totally naked and I slipped my hard cock into her gushing pussy."Oh yes, harder you bastard," she demanded, much too loud for my liking. Over the back of the front seat I could see both Kelly and Robbie watching my. After he went away I served Grace half the salad and was overcome by a fit of the giggles."What's so funny?" she asked.I forced myself to recover and said, "I was thinking about the other lesbian generalizations. And I wanted to know if you were looking at my hands."Grace blushed. I smiled."Has anyone ever asked you how far that blush of yours extends?" I asked. I noticed she was also grateful that I had switched topics. I do suppose that the generalizations of lesbians do get tiresome.. They got out of the car and she noticed the two guys checking her out.“The boss is going to be very happy”, one of thugs said with a thick Russian accent.“I certainly hope so Victor”, her a*****or laughed as he shook the tall man’s hand. The other gangster, a shorter but obviously well-conditioned black man handed Pete a small duffle bag which he simply tossed into the car.“Have a safe trip”, Pete announced to the young girl and her two transporters, “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks after I.