Before I proceed, I need to verify that all present have a V21 endorsement to their security clearance. Would anyone who does not have that endorsemen... please leave the conference room at this time."No one moved. "Okay then, I'm going to pass out a profile and description of an individual that the government wants. Not dead or alive. Simply dead. Maybe 'deader' is the proper word, as in 'deader than hell'. This is a serial killer who could possibly rival the worst ones of all time. For purposes. ” Jerry raised the divider again.We sipped our champagne some more, and then I got this truly wicked idea. I gave Jerry a sly smile. “Do we have to be anywhere at a specific time?”“No, not really.” Jerry looked at me curiously.I grinned wickedly at him. “Ever, you know, done it in a limo?” I waggled my eyebrows at him.Jerry’s eyes opened wide, and he smiled. “Not in many a long year.” He smiled again, then hit a small toggle switch on the door. “Tony?”“Yes, Mister V?” came from a speaker in the. I found myself licking it off my lips. Her body jumped as she felt my tongue touch her swollen lips. She pulled me tight against her and began rocking her hips. Her warm wet pussy was grinding against my mouth. My tongue slid between my lips and deep inside her. She moaned loudly this time. So did I. As my tongue slid in and out of her pussy, she rocked her hips harder against me. Her hands were pulling my hair as she tried to force me even deeper into her. I was gently munching her pussy. She never minded the attention showered upon her and the mischievous looks from her husband’s bachelor friends (including me), but used to talk with all of us very cordially and jovially.She was a simple dresser, without much extravagant style and make-up, but there was something in her natural beauty and alluring features, which had maximized her appeal in my starving eyes. She didn’t show much skin, nor did she wear any provocative or outrageous clothing, but her ample curves beneath that.