“You must be the famous Armis,” he said, looking her straight in the eye.“And you must be the man who arranged to have James Maguire killed,” ...he replied calmly, sitting erect. She and Io had discussed several opening gambits and had decided that Armis would take the high ground, and attack – he wouldn’t be used to that kind of treatment.“You seem to have confused me with Martin Farouk, the assassin.”“David Thomas Farouk. Not Martin. Perhaps that was the name of the man who was the go-between. There we stood face to face in the close confines of the small cubicle. I could see my boss was excited, but a bit nervous.I looked her into her blue eyes, without moving. "Turn around..." It was her only command.I turned slowly, facing the back wall. I heard her feet move on the floor.She was so close to me, but she was not touching me. I enjoyed the tension, the anticipation. I wanted her to touch me…So I waited for her touch."Put your hands on the wall..." It was her next order.I leant. His hand started to masturbate me again and we continued to kiss each other. He stuck to one finger inside of me which only made me want to fuck him more. His tongue fought against mine and my heart rate increased along with me bucking against his fingers, which were still working around in my hole. I felt so hot and i broke off our kiss and laid my head back. My breathing was unsteady and i began to practically fuck Darius's hand. "You about to cum for me Rissa?" i gave him a loud moan in. He slid his hand down her side, bringing a soft moan from her, then he urged her leg back over his. As her leg moved back, his cock moved forward and, with no help from either of them, plowed between the puffy lips of her vagina into her willing body. ‘Oh God!!!’ Carla groaned, ‘that feels wonderful. You…could teach a…course in…Oh!…creative lovemaking!’ She had no idea people could have sex in this position. ‘I am,’ he said, ‘and you’re the best student I ever had.’ ‘Shut up and fuck me!’ Carla.