She read the SMS and thinking who’s number was that. She replied asking who is that and what is his name? The guy didn’t bother to answer for what...she asked but he said that,” I know what you do in a store room with boss, and if you want me to keep quiet let me do the same or else I will expose you”. She started sweating and couldn’t understand what to do? A s her mind stopped working, she was just trying to figure out who can be the person black mailing, because they had a big staff and there. “fuck babe” I mumbled moving with his hand moaning. I closed my eyes clinging to Terry my moans filling his ears and room. Suddenly stopping pulling me off his lap leaving my dick pulsing and wanting more. Terry stood up taking off his pants showing his hard dick, “You’re so selfish.” He smiled a bit blushing. Sitting up I pulled him towards the bed, I crawled back into his lap kicking off my jeans. Pressing my dick against his and started jerking us both off hard. Terry moaned pulling my hand. But eventually my story was over, nobody wanted their glasses refilled and I could go to bed and hold Kate in my arms. Yes, Kate. Because Mel knows me. She knows that I love her and she also knows I need Kate, especially after a week like that.The first days back at the office were mostly spent with the boys from the IT department, the least diverse department within Keller & Fox at that time. I have my own office in a different building, but I sat down behind an empty desk and answered any and. She was Amalya Trepper, and she worked for the KGB. Espionage and intrigue were deeply embedded in her family history. Her uncle was Leopold Trepper, a shadowy and mysterious figure. For a time he had served as the controller for the western section of the notorious "Rote Kapelle" spy ring in World War II, and he held the rank of colonel in Soviet intelligence. His cover was as a Belgian businessman, name of Jean Gilbert. Gilbert -- my, my, what a coincidence.The particular operation.