If you were to look at five different operations, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the so called legitimate corporations, and the o...es supposedly run by criminals. Those distinctions become blurred with time." That's all very interesting I'm sure, Thomas. I better run, Georgia's expecting someone to pick them up. If we do decide to get into that business, promise me you won't bring any of your new business associates home for dinner. I don't want our good silver stolen." Mama. A pretty sloppy little kiss it was too, so I started to realise she was getting drunk. Bruno and Chris appeared from the bar with another drink for her – some type of cocktail that would be sure to get her even messier, and introduced themselves. I was introduced as an old friend and I explained that I was looking after her and had to get her home, “at some stage”. When they realised that I had no real romantic interest, they both relaxed. Before long they were laughing and joking and teasing. She showered and slipped the blue silk dress on again and smoothed it down herself. She glanced at her watch, still ten minutes to go – she hardly wanted to hang about outside Michael’s door waiting for him. She’d feel awful if someone came past. She made herself wait until 11.35 before hurrying out again down to his room, a quick knock and she was in his arms. They sat on the bed sipping brandy from the same glass, kissing and cuddling. The touch of Michael’s hand on her breast, cupping it. I can smell her sex, and I get to see her wet labia, her swollen clitorous, and the pink tiny entrance with juices dripping out of it. I take my tongue and lick around her labia and move it up and down across her swollen clitoris and then down to her little love hole. I curl my tongue and fuck her vagina, while at the same time I am taking my thumb and rubbing across her clit. She's got my face wet as streams of her sex juice runs out of her tiny hole. All of this has an effect on her as she.