If I was going to get serious about the production side, I needed an office with live people in it. It would give me something to do while I waited fo... Sheila's bash. I was at arm's length and I could tell it was shaping into a memorable party. Blessed Mary only knew what was going on under the roof.Back to the job at hand. I needed an office. That raised the question of where. California was easier. I called the LA office of JP Productions and left a message that I would be needing an actual. “Yes. We are only set up for basic surveillance.”“The fact that they are purposefully cutting her off from us, and then hiding that fact from her, worries me. What do we need to do, to go to the next step in surveillance?”“What do you mean by next step?” Carter asked.I knew Carter well enough by this point to know he was just being cagey. He knew exactly what I was talking about and just wanted me to come out and ask directly rather than offer anything outright. I doubted it was because he. He admired his work, his hand wandering down to the crease of her ass, then down the inside of her thigh. He guided her legs apart and smacked the inside of the thigh, tutting when her legs began to close. She kept them open and he carefully slid two fingers up her lips, gathering slickness as they went.He offered his fingers to her and she lapped on them, enjoying the flavour before he took his hand away. He reached across her and took a flogger from the pile of toys on the mattress. He let. We drove home after midnight, feeling loose and good, laughing about the party. Neither of us had to find a way to propose it — we knew we were going to fuck. No romance, but there was romance in that. We didn’t even make it to the bed. Her lips were on mine as the key went into the lock, and the front door closed again with a bang as I pushed her against it, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other the inside of her thigh, my thumb feeling up into the damp center of her panties, my tongue.