D.—I don’t know when, if ever, this is going to be found…and that thought is more terrifying than what could be waiting for me in the elevator o... under the cars…). Now I forgot what I was going to say. Later. When activists bombed the World Bank in the late Spring of ’07, there were none who imagined the catastrophic corollaries (ha! Can’t believe I remembered that word! Saw it once in my dad’s TIME magazine…guess it kinda stood out to me) it would effect upon the rest of the world. No one. It took all I had to go undercover like I did, mainly because I was constantly fighting the urge to kill and maim. Both of them.I had also moved money around, investments, and other financial items had been addressed as well. After my call to Sam's wife with the promise of copies of what I had on film, I made another call to my bank. I found out that Betty had just learned about the changes, and she had laid into the poor girl there like a tornado.I felt bad that innocent people had to be a. I shake my head and smile pointing at her chest with my dollar. She kneels and leans forward grabbing a breast in each hand. I place my dollar between her breasts and she squeezes them together to hold it as she stands up and moves away. Her warmth fades. I focus on how her thong delightfully frames her hips and rear as she moves away from me. How her strong legs emerge from her panties and how the muscles in her legs flex as she moves. She collects several more dollars before her song ends. I. Break time. I noticed that it was break first so I knew we would be alone for the whole hour I walked up behind her, my cock already semi hard. She was slightly bent over the table. I came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips and thrusts my hips at her slamming my cock against her ass. She made a moan which made my cock grow and become fully hard. She backed her ass into me and asked me to do that again. Without hesitation I slammed at her again like I did. She moaned again as she then.