Am I right?? She pushed two pictures across the desk from her bag, one showed him standing outside in nothing but ladies knickers cleaning a motorcycl... and the other showed him dressed the same way but on his hands and knees collecting rotten fruit from around the yard. He sighed and paused as he collected his thoughts, wondering how he could have been so stupid, ?Yes, you are right.? ?Good, well this will be fun. Well, fun for me anyway.? She chuckled and was genuinely really enjoying herself. Since the sun was out, it was around noon,she had on a pair of flashy aviator shades she had on her face. She hadher green purse slung on the shoulder and she entered into the mall, shegot some attention. But she moved to the food court where her Agencymates were waiting.She got there and looked around til she spotted two rather odd lookingfellows. She sighed to herself man some of these Agency guys can't hidefor shit. She walked towards them casually, trying not to makeattention. One of the. Her gaze is still fixed on her phone, but her eyelids flutter the slightest bit and she groans, arching her back as I push my fingers back in. I start a steady rhythm of massaging her clit and pumping my fingers, and the heat between her legs grows in intensity. Every once in a while she rolls her hips into my touch, and eventually, I notice her dragging her lower lip between her teeth, thumbs typing away furiously as she tries to finish her email.I coax small gasps and moans of delight out of. ”“Tango?”“Yes, Tango. Since you are interested in prostitution, legend has it that the Tango originated in the brothels of Buenos Aires.”“Really?”“Yes! Now time to get rid of that extra fat you have been collecting sitting down and reading all day. Stand up!”“Okay, now we can’t turn you into Antonio Banderas or Al Pacino but who knows you might yet have undiscovered talents. Now let’s start with the embrace.”“That should be easy,” I giggled.“No! You ass, get your mind out of the bedroom. Here.