It took her several days but she finally called and set up another meet. Not far from her office she met me at looked like an old warehouse. She was...dressed similar to the other days I met her except her hair was in pig tails and she had on a bit more make up on. She gave me sly wink and a flirty smile as she shook my hand.She quickly explained it was an old public works building sold off by the city and developed into loft apartments on the second and third floor above restaurants and shops. I sit in the seat and wait for him to join me.He shows me his bunk and suggests I slip back and try it. I lay back and find it is better than I thought. ‘So what, in your experience is the most comfortable position .. . . . .?’ hesitating for a second and finishing the sentence with ‘to sleep in.’He smiles at me and asks if I really want to know about sleeping, rubbing his hand over my leg, getting a little higher each time until he grazes my sex with the back of his hand. Damn my body for. Juan soon appeared, clothed behind her, kissing her a final time on the lips before leaving, waving politely. As Juan sped off in his battered pickup, Claire perched herself on the arm of the couch. She looked back over her shoulder at the trails of glossy cum and laughed to herself with a smug look crossing her face. She picked her cell phone off the glass coffee table and unlocked it. The first thing she did was add Juans number to speed dial, knowing he would happily and very quickly return. He caught up to her about twenty yards outside the Palm."Walk behind me," she ordered, as though she were Queen Nefertiti. "We can't be seen together."Matt dropped back a few paces and, through his anxiety, admired her swinging bottom. He followed her through the mall, the rhythmic clacking of her heels nearly mesmerizing him, and into Neiman's and out a side door. Olivia crossed the inner access road and stopped ten cars in at the rear of a silverish minivan. She set her bags on the ground,.