I know it’ll relax me. Wouldn’t you like to give me a mouthful? We haven’t seen each other for a few days and I know we just had that one in the...van. But, that’s got to be at least three-quarters of an hour ago. You must be ready to come again by now. ‘I know I can make you come…’ It was all too much. I felt overwhelmed by the whole ‘covert operations’ stuff. I’m just a regular person, I thought to myself. I have a job. I take care of my health: I eat well (most of the time, anyway) and I work. " I said with enthusiasm. Westport is a restaurant and bar district in Kansas City. A bunch of bars are all located in a four block area just north of the Plaza where we are currently standing. It is a short drive north of our current position and then take your pick of the bar and the music coming from it. There is a cigar bar with jazz playing. A rock bar. Many restaurants to choose from. We didn't know if there was a place to dance there, but after doing a quick search of the internet, there. Arm in arm we wandered from towards the lifts.I spotted a couple of those sad women off to the side of the foyer, chatting animatedly with a few extra people. Obviously we were the subject of those conversations. I pressed the lift call button, and whilst we waited I again took her into my arms with a very passionate and tongue-filled kiss.I could hear gasps of disapproval, so I slipped a hand down to grab at Alice’s firm ass cheek.The lift arrival chime sounded telling us it was time to. ? Without argument, Jack handed me a stack of pictures. Some were just of me on my towel next to the pool. Others were tight close-ups of my pussy and ass. Suddenly, I felt more naked then I had ever felt before. Up till now, I had thought of Bob as my protector, but now he was my predator. I started to cry and I reached out and slapped Bob as hard as I could. I slapped him a second time. Before I could slap him a third time, he had his arms around me and was holding me tight. I realized that.