She walked up to my car wearing a short skirt and a tank top. She opened the back door to my car and climbed in. She reached for my shorts and frantic...lly unbuttoned them. She pulled them down and my dick sprang up into her face. She started laughing and grabbed my dick by the shaft. Her soft hands felt amazing on my cock. She began stroking it while looking me in the eyes. I reached under her skirt to find she wasn't wearing anything under it. I began stroking her pussy while she stroked my. There was an oversized desk and chair occupied by a man of about 35 in excellent physical condition. In front of the desk was a overstuffed chair, and that was the extent of the conventional furniture in the room. Otherwise, there were several large and small cushions scattered about the room looking as if they were just waiting for some sort of interesting activity.The man stood up as Jeremy entered, escorted by a beautiful and nude receptionist. He shook hands, introducing himself as Howard. I was glad that Fiona would be sharing the bus ride with me. "Are youok?" Fiona asked as I sat down next to her. "Yeah," I replied. "Justnervous." Don't be, it'll be fine." She gave me a quick reassuring hug. I lookedat her, she was wearing her usual getup; ripped denim jeans and a red t-shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in a while and her breastshung loosely, her sneakers were also in a bit of a state as well andsheneeded new ones. Her black hair was cut short and messy, looking. . but your nephew, Antoine..." Yes? What about Antoine?" Well... that's another story, M'sieu'. You remember that we set him up with indisputable control of the company for this very reason, hoping, of course, that it would never be necessary to use him as a dupe... but I fear... well... someone is going to answer... Do I make myself clear?"Larreau rubbed the palm of his pudgy hand over his slightly perspiring forehead. "I see," he said after a moment. "It's that bad, eh?" Yes... it's that bad,.