There was a brief silence before she asked mockingly, "Habla Ingles?" Kevin blushed profusely before jutting his hand out in front of himself and rap...dly introducing himself."I'm Kevin," he said, struggling for conversation with yet another beautiful woman. "Who was that?" "That was Shauna," she replied, motioning toward the door, "our supervisor. Say, how old are you?" Twenty-five," he blurted."Me, too!" she squealed. Kevin sincerely doubted she was 25, but didn't argue with the busty. ” With that she stood to leave. Before she turned away, she winked at me and made that “tick tock” sound from the back of her throat like Ann Margret did in the movie Cincinnati K**. “Loose the pants BOY let THAT breathe...the SHOW will go on. I PROMISE.” She declared. Walking away still holding her dress in her hands so I could see all that was underneath! I love watching her movements. All the time! I know her mannerisms and so on. So, as I’m standing there in a cold sweat- so as not to cum. A mental checklist begins as you take in the sight of the high cheekbones and straight nose. The pale grayness of my eyes set in their almond shape. There's a sparkle of mischief you've missed when darting glances at me previously. Your eyes dip down to those rosy lips. They are free of all stain and gloss, yet something draws you to them. Is it the plumpness, the softness, or the simple fact that they are mine, which brings you to your knees with need to kiss them? Your eyes continue the. They smiled and shook hands as Susan introduced herself - not as Susan, of course. "My name is Christina Falkner. I work for Johnson and Berkley Security Services." She handed them a business card with those names. Eyes widening, they waited. "We are investigating the disappearance of a Rodger Dunfield." Their eyes suddenly indicated understanding. "I'm not a private investigator," Susan continued with a smile. "Actually, my job with them is in advertising - but..." she took a sip..