M. It was Cate, bubbling with excitement for their spot and the dancing. She was about to tell me who had been eliminated from the show when suddenly ...he stopped. "Oh! I can't tell you. It's a secret until Sunday evening." She went on to describe how it all went together, and that whilst their rendition of 'Why do Robins sing in December' would be the only recording broadcast, they had in fact performed three songs, the third being 'You do something to me' when Dave Arch and his band had jammed. She could feel her face turning red under the hood. She was embarrassed but also increasingly turned on. She also felt a small sense of liberation. With the hood on she didn't have to look him in the face and it wasn't like she could stop his hands from roaming over her body could she?She felt the car pull to a stop as his hand began moving up and down her pussy slit. She gasped again when she felt his finger pushing past the lips of her cunt and going deeper. "Oh you are nice and wet," he. I rubbed this for a while, then slipped my hand under the lace at the side into her hairs and her hot wet cunt. When I started fingering her here she let out a loud moan that she covered up by finishing her drink and choking a little, drawing looks. Blushing, she pulled my hand away and gave me a significant look. I finished my drink and we left, having to simultaneously resist the urge to run and the urge to burst into fits of giggles.We got a taxi back to her flat, which seemed to take an. I immediately appreciated that."Who are you, and what do you do for the Thornton Administration?" I asked."Sir, I am Rick Parnell, and I work as a senior analyst at the CIA. My section leader is out for the moment, and your call was routed to me. Do you wish me to have someone far more senior handle your need, Sir?" He was perceptive but wrong."No, Rick. You'll do just fine. Please hold for a moment," and I put him on hold and had one of my myriad of assistants send someone to pick him up and.