“I like this so far.” The silk suit fell at her feet. The tie, the tailored shirt all scattered on the deep, pile carpet.“Now, go into the close..., stand at the doorway and wait for me.”Chuckling, he slowly did as he was told, his muscles rippling like a puma’s. In the closet, he turned and she could see his cock starting to stir.“You’re not such a bad loser, Sweetie.” Reaching down she felt the blood rushing through him. “Hands above your head.”He obliged. She snapped a pair of handcuffs on. She could see I was getting excited so she reached across and kissed me whilst sliding her hand up my dress and inside my knickers I could feel her fingers circling my clit little shudders of pleasure coursed through my body and I felt my breathing become shallow and fast as I responded. But no I said to myself this is a job where I needed full concentration. I removed her hand and sucked her fingers to show I was interested but not quite yet. I helped her out of her knickers I loved the way. "Now, Laura. I'm picking Bill up in two hours. Should we go in the same car, or did you want to split him?" George laughed. He had told her husband that he would drive him home, in order to make sure that he would be safe and alone with Laura."All right," Bill's wife said in defeat, walking dejectedly to the kitchen to heat the coffee. George followed her down the hallway silently, and she wished he would speak. What could he want? she wondered. The only good that had come from her night with. ”Constance fidgeted with her bag. Adam reached for her hand and held it. Shortly a tall, slim middle-aged woman with short blond hair and a flinty countenance approached them. “Mrs Lawrence? I’m Dawn Shields. Please come with me.”“May Adam come along?” Constance asked.“Adam Gowan,” Adam added. “We’ve spoken.”“Ah, yes. Certainly. Follow me.”The agent led them into a corridor and to an interview room. She slid back a cover to reveal the word, occupied, and escorted them inside.“I have word on one.