“I don’t swear much but, when I’m climaxing, is it all right to use crude language?”I pondered it for a while, then answered her. “Sure. The...e’s nothing wrong with dirty or crude language when it’s between lovers. Often, it can make things even more exciting.”“You never use dirty language. You never actually swear. How come?”I shrugged. “I’m not sure. If I had to guess, it’s probably because I never see a need for it.”“But, don’t you want to when you’re angry?”“Frequently. I just don’t.”“So,. Her red lips found a nipple and she nuzzled at it, her soft touch causing it to harden, her free fingers touched its twin and found the same reaction. I lay stone still as the woman made love to my breasts, she sat up and unfastened her blouse, pulled it off over her head, a lacy, champagne coloured 3/4 bra covered her large breasts partly. They heaved a little as she breathed, then she let her lips find my chest and nipples again, I reached across her back and struggled to unfasten her bra,. She pulled down my underwear. We were all naked before each other now. I hugged her tightly as she took my manhood between her legs rubbing her hot, wet pussy. She planted a kiss on my lips passionately; we locked your tounges and tasted each other salvia.My hands were exploring her back and squeezing her ass cheeks. Then I laid her down and climbed over her as she spread her legs. I put my cock over her pussy lips and rubbed it there. I put my lips on her boobs and started licking and sucking. When that was accomplished, Harold installed tracking patches that were exclusive to his "system," and applied them to Natasha's and my car. He was concerned that the CSIS system may have been compromised, and I might be located. Denis didn't need to know about that.So it began. The orientation was quite surprising and revealing. I had little understanding of the kind of work private detectives did in this modern age. Sam Spade was long dead, and his methods as well. Science played a major.