” she said, her voice full of lust.I needed no encouragement. I grabbed her skirt and hiked it up, exposing her fleshy thighs and a pair of panties ...hat matched her bra. I moved my hand over her panty covered mound, she quivered at the touch. I hooked my fingers under the waist band of her panties and pulled them down past her knees in a quick motion. I ran my over her dripping lips and she moaned. As I ran my hand down her slit, I dipped the tip of my index finger in between her lips, teasing. I had noticed him watching me earlier as I walked about with my friends. I smiled to him once as our eyes met. His features were obviously Slavic and I was instantly enticed. To some French is a turn on. In my case, to hear a man speak Russian or Estonian, even three seats away in a subway train, sends shivers all over my skin. If one were to speak to me directly, the tremors would be inside me, originating from where I wanted him to be inside me. A mere accent has the same effect. I’ve always. ”“Yeah,” I said while studying the door. “We need to do something about President Brooks. Or we're going to be in trouble.”“You said that you set up my ex-boyfriend, right?” she said. “Well, let's see what we can do to get out of this situation.”“Last time I controlled how long time was stop,” I muttered. “I don't know how long this period will last. Someone else did this.”“Well, we should prioritize. One problem at a time, Master.”I liked it when she called me Master. “Yeah, you're right. We. Corrina almost jumped out of her skin when I flopped down in the chair in the office."God, Alex you look exhausted," she said in her sexy South American accent."It's fucking hot up there," I replied looking toward the ceiling."Can I get you some ice water?" she asked. "At least Paul has the ice maker working." You're an angel, Corri," I replied.I watched her slightly chubby body sway as she left the office. Her face, more precisely, her sensuous mouth is what first caught my attention. The.