"I'll be in the conference room."The guard nodded curtly and stalked off matter-of-fact to roam thecorridors for intruders.Pulling open the door to co...ference room 'B2,' Lazlo beheld a sea ofunfamiliar eyes upon him. A motley collection of random faces sataround an impressive oak table. Their serious, somber gazes eyed himurgently, asking questions without words. He quickly introduced himself, "I'm Lazlo Giago, on-assignment with theenergy department's Center for Civil Force Protection."A smart. ...Or, ....wait.Maybe I should first tell you how this whole mess came about. What has happened exactly to put me in this situation.So, I am Anna and I'm a babysitter, or rather a dog sitter. I look after Boris, a quiet and really sweet dog. But left by himself he's known to wreck the house. Boris' owner is Mr. de Wit, who is my mom's boss and who let's me call him Dave. He and his wife split up a few months back. It was a bad divorce and apparently his wife got the k**s and he got the dog. And. Kyle told him that he needed to fulfill that fantasy, and that if they did it again the next night, like he hoped, he didn’t have to be dressed up. “My fantasy was to fuck Santa Claus for my first time with another man, not some dirty old fart named Dale.” Santa/Dale didn’t know if he should be offended or not, but didn’t say anything because he enjoyed the sex way too much.They agreed that they would fuck every night until Christmas, and Kyle would show up at the mall just before closing. They. He listened to her gasping breath, felt her pussy throbbing around his finger hot and wet, felt her body trembling and the way she pulled at him with the leg she had d****d over his. She had opened herself willingly to him. He wasn’t fooled into thinking she was still asl**p. Tentatively, he wiggled his finger inside her. She gasped again and clutched even harder at him. Self-control crumbled. He nuzzled her neck this time fully aware of who it was his lips were tasting. ‘Trudy,’ he groaned,.