Looks like you want this.” “Stop gloating and get down to it, I want the sex not you,” came my strangled reply. I could barely focus on his voic... with the lust pounding through my veins like a drug that started to reach crescendo. He used two of his digits, pushing them in slowly; in and out in measured motion while using that sardonic tongue of his to turn my clit into the centre of attention. Pushing down on my clit and then releasing pressure and going from side to side over the little bump. Nothing to do now, but check the video. All the cameras had motion sensor controls, so they’d tape whatever was going on as people moved about the house. Thinking of Large Lou and his goons, I hoped something interesting would crop up. I knew he wouldn’t be happy with a negative report, or nothing to report. When I got back to the office, I set up a comfortable chair in front of the TV I fed the video through, grabbed a beer and made a couple of sandwiches. It could be a long wait and a guy had. “Just say Jack is in a secure location which is only available on a need to know basis. He is being attended by the best medical care possible,” I told Mattie. Apparently, half of SORDID had shown up at Blair House Monday afternoon to “check on the subject” and had only then found out he wasn’t there. Email was flying.“Oh, dear,” Mattie said a few minutes later. I was sitting in my recliner in the Man Cave reading the sports section. She’d taken over my desk.“What? What is it?” I demanded.“Your. ’ She giggled. ‘Okay, my name is Mary. Nice to meet you, Trent.’ She held out her hand. I took it in my own and kissed the back. She blushed again. ‘So why did you come in here to get a drink?’ ‘It was on the way.’ I said. ‘I’m headed to California.’ ‘So what are you doing in Colorado? The nearest airport is a hundred and fifty miles away.’ ‘I’m not flying, I’m riding.’ She nodded. ‘I thought you might be a biker. After all, not a lot of people around here wear leather jackets.’ I shrugged. ‘It.