Bobby smiling at her too now, as he got another round of drinks in switching on a bit of background music as he did. To be honest, we didn't really kn...w how to get it all started, were not so bashful usually but it was the presence of Bobby that was slowing our rush.So anyway, Bobby realising the problem dropped the catch on the door, then using his remote, started the huge screen usually used for background films or football, and up came some of our hosts porn. We sat dotted around a corner. We let the other people exit the elevator before we stepped on. There were other people waiting, but for some reason no one stepped on with us. As the doors slid closed with a hiss I felt the atmosphere charge and I didn’t so much as feel, but rather sensed him move toward me. Before I could even think to move he barreled into me and pinned me to the wall of the elevator. ‘You. Smell. Delicious.’ He said his voice roughened by lust. I couldn’t respond so I just stood there with his front. ”“Not from me.”“From the FBI; I was using ‘you’ in its plural form,” I said, then said in a North Georgia drawl, “As in y’all or all y’all.”Agent Johnson smirked, obviously suppressing a laugh, and rolled his eyes in amusement.“When did you find out he had broken out of Big Muddy?”“When it hit the news, but I was sure it had happened no later than,” I consulted my notes, “the 14th when I pointed out to Agents O’Toole and Stone that the deadline had passed and that the bad guys knew that I’d. . I thought Greg was a skilled lover, but ... Oh, Sky and you are both amazing. We have hours before he gets back. Want to get your daughter over here? I don’t mind sharing you. Mmm, I know it’s wicked, but—”“I can’t hear this,” I said, struggling to think. Sky was over at the Matthews. I spun around and grabbed my sweatpants. My phone was... Back in the house.I thrust my legs into them, my boobs heaving. I couldn’t let Sky enjoy our reverend’s wife. That would ruin church. Mrs. Matthews.