She’s slender and athletic. She has long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. To me, she has a Hispanic look to her. “Excuse me, Agent, how long h...ve you been with the Secret Service before we recruited you to come to Jaxson, Inc.?” I ask her.“I was with the service for 8 years making just above the minimum of what the Agency pays. You doubled my pay and added the promise of a new Ford, which we haven’t gone to get just yet,” She tells me.Again, I think about Kitty Creamers. I had forgotten. I flicked my tongue lightly over her budding clitoris, which made Sam wriggle with pleasure under me. Her mouth started to suck on the tip of my cock a bit harder and the sensation was having the desired effect. I gave her clitoris three or four long drawn out strokes with my tongue lapping up her already flowing juices. I probed a little deeper into the delicate folds of her pussy until my tongue found the opening of her vagina. There I circled for a while feeling her hand push my head deeper. I now realised I didn't want to just play with myself; I wanted to play with her. I wanted to be there, licking her as she toyed with her pussy in front of me. I have never really been able to tell what she looks like from my balcony, I guess she's in her 30's or 40's and I imagine like many Asian ladies she has a mound of dark hair over her pussy. Now I wanted to find out. I walked inside, opened up my computer and searched for the phone number of the conference centre, I don't know what I was. I tried again. Same result. I pulled the key out and then jammed it back in turning harder this time. Nothing. I wiggled the key while keeping pressure on it.Suddenly the door was yanked open ripping the key out of the lock and leaving it in my hand and I stood gaping down into the face of a man that was perhaps in his late forties or early fifties, short, only five foot five or so, overweight, with pudgy freckled cheeks and dressed in long, droopy shorts, a tee shirt, white socks, and no.