"I turn around and show her the full look."Whose is it? Chris" Mine." No, silly! Who are you wearing?" You don't know, do you? You work in the fashion...industry but you're soditzy with labels - any other boss would have sacked you by now." I'm sorry, Jenny." Just kidding darling, you do look absolutely gorgeous, or should Isay, more gorgeous that usual?" Jenny teases."Aren't you going to ask the boy in red, why she's wearing it," Trishsays from the doorway of Jen's office."Oh I think we all know. .. Umm ... Yes Misst ... Ma'am." There was now way I was going to spend all evening calling her Mistress, I didn't even do that for Chris, so Ma'am would have to do, even though it brought back memories of Toni, memories that had my need drooling, straining to be released."I've already ordered for us, and just bottled water," she paused to emphasise her words, "I think we'll both want clear heads, for later." That look in her eyes again, my need breaking it's leash, bounding forward, eager.The. He lifted up on to his knees and grabbed me by the waist to fuck me fast like a piston while looking down at me. I was barely able to talk as I said "you like.. looking at my body... while you use my cunt?... Can you see.. your cock... going inside... of my slutty pussy? He didn't respond, he just grunted as he pulled me harder toward his dick. I notice him started to strain and thought he might cum... I said "you can cum inside of me, it's safe"... he grunted and came to a sudden stop... I. His most notable feature, as he looked down at Bahn, was his friendly, though crooked, smile."Hamilton Bahn?" the man in the grey tweed sport-jacket asked."Yes," Bahn replied, standing now.The stranger held out his hand, stating, "I'm Lester. Sam Lester with the FBI." Yes," Bahn said, smiling in recognition and taking his hand to shake it. "We talked earlier today. Please have a seat."Lester took a chair and sat, smiling now at Kit."I'm sorry," Bahn quickly offered, "this is Kit Cassidy with.