"The Agency. The Company?" I shook my head. How dense could one man be?"You work for the CIA?" he said after a long pause. His feigned surprise wasn't...all that convincing. If he was some kind of salesman, he couldn't have been very good at it."Technically, yes." Doing what? Giving psych evaluations to neophyte James Bonds?"I rolled my eyes, turned away and started walking back down the drive towards the access road."Even CIA shrinks don't get to use official helicopters as a taxi service." Ivan. We sat down next to each other as she slowly played with my cock. She wasn’t dressed like before in normal clothes. This time she was in opaque nylon black tights that outlined the curve of her ass. Red high heels, a satin red blouse and a black corset around her waist pushing her breast up to reveal her beautiful natural cleavage. Blood red lip stick, her eye and makeup were done in a way that said don’t try me. Today she looked serious and hot as fuck!“Now lets go over some rules,” as she. ‘Take your coat off and sit by the heater. I’ll get you a towel and make some coffee.’ She looked a little nervous and I didn’t say anything. She came back with the towel and whisked into the kitchen. In a minute she reappeared. ‘The coffeepot’s on. When it starts burping and bubbling can you turn it off, please? I’m going to dry my hair.’ She shot into the bedroom and closed the door. I rubbed my hair and let the heater warm me up. The room was small and in a minute or two I could feel my face. Her legs were slender but he could see the muscles in her calves and thighs. He could see the dark triangle of hair where her pussy was at. It was so different from Julie's natural blonde pussy. Despite being petite Naomi had nicely curved hips that flared from her thin waist and back to her shapely thighs. Then he looked at her flat stomach and the milk chocolate color of her skin. Her small belly button was begging to be kissed. Then he looked on her tits that were so firm and proud. Her big.