He then knelt to the floor taking her with him, forcing her onto her back as he pulled her skirt up to her waist, painfully slowly, and caressing the ...kin of her thighs with the wet material. She felt wetness beginning between her legs as he moved, continuing his slow kissing, drawing out her desires, from her lips to her throat and down to her unbuttoned shirt. Dalila then ran her hands from his chest down his abs to his waist, cupping his swollen groin through the wet cloth, teasing it with a. A woman connected to the deposed EPA Secretary wants you dead, and we want her five million dollars. In the deal you get to not die, and everybody wins, as long as your new friends at the Secret Service unravel that idiot's plan and put her and her girlfriend in prison."I considered that for a moment. There was an idea that wanted to bloom in the back of my mind, but I couldn't draw it up. To stall, I said, "How did you know the Treasury Secretary was here, earlier?"He laughed. It was a. He ripped my thong off, leaving me naked there in the dance floor, just in front of our friends, including his girl Paula and my hubby...I unbuckled his jeans, hands trembling, unzipping his fly. He was not wearing underpants and his huge monster jumped out.I looked at my beloved husband for just one second. He was staring at me, as were the rest of the people there, including Paula.My sexy girlfriend was even smiling, staring at me in my eyes. I fell to my knees, running my naughty fingers. Those sexy, bare legs, the hypnotizing sway of her hips and the way her breasts moved inside her shirt, making it obvious she had removed her bikini top but not replaced it with a bra. Her semi hard nipples were obviously enjoying the feeling of sliding against the shirt material. As she got into the car I had to check my chin to make sure I hadn’t drooled. We drove off and after about five minutes Sarah spoke from the back seat. “Hey Danny, have a look at this.” I turned in my seat to have a.