Jen will never let me live it down! To change the subject, I complain about being kept waiting.He pats me on top of the head."Now, now, 'little girl',...didn't you do that to me often?"Shit! What can I say? He looks me over. I grow nervous. Is my makeup all smeared? Do I have a run in my stockings?"You look great even after a hard days work!"The admiration in his voice causes my heart to beat a little faster and makes me feel good. He offers me his arm and I slip my slim hand through it and I. He spun and ran out and I gestured and the room darkened and returned to what was really here, “robbery.”They snorted as they looked at the body and I used my comp. I murmured and an image of the killer slowly appeared in the comp screen. I accessed the data net and began doing a bio, thermal and facial identification search. I looked at them, “there is no way he is going to be able to resell that piece here.”One snorted as he used his comp, “I will list it under the stolen material search. He was clearly looking at me and not Dianne.I was feeling butterflies of tension in my stomach and a rush of hormones at the same time I'm not usually into guys but this guy was not bad.Dianne broke the silence asking me "Andrea, steam rooms are actually healthier than saunas' did you know that?" No", I replied, "I thought dry heat was better for the heart" Dianne added, "Well no, actually the wet steam makes you sweat but it also replaces the lost moisture. Let me show you. Come outside there. I thought she was feeding her baby i could even see her brown nipples under my bike’s headlight. she to noticed it.when iwas parking my bike she told me”main tumhara hi intezaar kar rahi thi kamre mein bulb lagaana hai aur mera haath nahi phunch raha hai”.I said ok and stood on chair and told her “kursi ko samne aakar pakdo”she was standing in a position that my dick was toucing her breasts i asked her “kareeb aakar pakdo”she came close now i was pressing my dick against her boobs”nearly after.