She reached down and used her fingers to open her lips wider to the soft probe underneath. Her other hand steadied her position against me, evidently ...rying to adjust all the angles. ‘Jack, she’s on my clit just right. It feels wonderful. Oh god, I’m burning up.’ I, too, felt a blaze begin rushing out of my balls and into the dark channel of Aaliyah’s ass. ‘Take this up your ass, now,’ I ejaculated. ‘Jack, Jack! Kiss me. Kiss me hard.’ Nan dug her fingernails into my shoulders as our lips. Even as Tara calmed, I could see her looking around as if she feared a crowd had gathered while she was in the throes of passion.Darius’s Cheshire grin flashed again, and he winked at the server as he unabashedly slipped Tara's breast back into her dress. Tricia tried her best to play coy, but the subtle rosiness in her cheeks had turned to a bright flush, and she bit her lip as she handed Tara's panties to me. "You should have these," she whispered. "I wouldn't know what to do with them."Tara. “Ah, perhaps you’d like a moment to put on some clothes? Or even a robe?” I suggested.“Jeez, Detective Balls, we’re both females,” she said, looking mildly annoyed.I said nothing, just looked around at the expensively appointed luxury apartment that Bucks had likely been paying for and waited for her to get the hint.“Fine,” she huffed, exasperated. “I’ll go grab a robe. Have a seat, I’ll just be a moment.”She was ten moments, to be exact, but she came back wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts. Whatever, I needed the job. Another deep breath and I pushed open the door.Mr. Snyder's reception area for his 24th story office was large and tastefully appointed. A medium size glass top desk (more of a table really) dominated the center of the room, another smaller desk tucked in the corner behind and to her left (presumably for the junior secretary or intern that Mr. Snyder's status qualified for), a few modernist paintings and a throw rug over a marble floor. The desk was occupied by a.