To ask her to out . . . again . . . ‘Very well,’ Jorgensen said, visibly crestfallen by his inability to simply ask her to dinner. ‘Contact thi... Iranian. And call me as soon as you learn anything. I’ll be at home tonight. Alone. So call me . . . any time.’ Andersen smiled callously at the old man’s servile ineptitude. She would sleep with him to further her career – that didn’t bother her. What did bother her was this high level minister didn’t have the balls to make a play for her. It was. The hourglass I had been only a few moments ago was definitely gone and Iwas now a pear in shape. My thighs were heavy and as I stood I could feelthe skin on the inner thighs rubbing against each other. The thick foldof flesh from my belly doubled over and hung down so that what was hiddenbetween my now tree-like thighs still couldn't be seen behind the shroudof flesh. My arms were thick as well and as I moved them I could feel mywings of extra flesh moving as well. This time I looked into the. ”Chris didn’t have to be told twice as he laid two whacks across each cheek and watched her ass jiggle. “You like that, huh?”“Yeah, makes me wet,” she giggled again.Chris sat back on the edge of the bed as she backed up and sat on his lap. She felt his cock stiffen as she rolled her hips to the music, rocking her ass in his lap. Chris turned her face to him as he kissed her, again. She continued dry humping him, feeling his cock thicken as she stroked it with her ass.A knock on their door. "Oh, nothing much. I was just finishing up some work I'd brought home, and was wondering what you were doing." Oh, me? Not much. Flying to Monte, having dinner with Stephanie and Rainier, planning to break the bank- you know, the usual." Oh, you have plans- I was hoping that you'd like to come over, hang out, watch the tube, maybe order out for some pizza. But, you have fun in Monaco." Her smile widened into a mischievious grin."Oh, That? I can do that anytime. Besides, Steff is getting way too.