She made a devilish grin and nodded. We walked to the elevators and entered the open doors. I punched the button for our floor and walked behind her. ...s the doors slid shut, I started kissing the nape of her neck and pulled her hips back into my bulging pants."Oh my," she stammered, "you seem to be all worked up." More than you can imagine," I said, letting my hand course across her belt and down to her crotch. I could feel the heat through her shorts. "Seems I'm not the only one that's worked. ”“And why the hell do you think he would do that?”“Because bombing people is counterproductive to his cause and I gave him a way to rectify the situation. Now, why the hell did you open my mail and read it?”“Do you think I would deliver mail that you received in a clandestine matter without knowing what it was?”“Then we have a problem. I like you, and you have been an excellent head of security, but if I can’t trust you, how can you work for me?”“How was I to know that it was safe to open?”“You. I was obviously home alone at this time and lay there with my massive erect cock in hand watching all of these girls walk across the bridge, all wearing tight panties covering everything, some girls so tiny and skinny, some really chubby, I was in heaven. Some of the older girls had the best bodies ever, slim, big round asses, perfect long legs and tiny thongs and I got a perfect view of their big tits from underneath, everything bouncing and wobbling.I got so turned on watching all of this, I. John and I walked back to the car hand in hand. We kissed again before we got into the car. John told me that he would drive. John started the car, I reached, and I turned on the radio. I flipped through some stations as he drove us back to town. I happened to have landed on a local talk radio station. They were talking about our win today and about how well John had played. The radio person praised him, as did all the people calling in. I placed my hand onto his as he shifted gears. John, I am.