I reached down with one hand and guided my cock into her cunt. She was so wet, the first few inches of my cock slipped in easily.We both moaned and I ...new I had to stop or I would shoot my load in her before I ever got all the way in.Her eyes were closed and I felt the walls of her cunt spasming around my cock.I silently begged for her to stop or I wouldn't be able to last long enough to truly enjoy this.After a minute of thinking about anything else, I was able to resume moving and pulled out. Obviously I was instantly on the alert and needing to extricate myself assoon as possible from the situation, immediately apologised saying I'msorry I think I must have got the wrong number.Not a problem he'd replied chuckling as it's only myself who's workedhere for years and no-one else, adding however that he would be mostinterested to learn more as he had to be very careful regarding securityand unofficial intruders.I still don't think I convinced him but thankfully never heard any moreas I. His suit is rumpled and dark blue showing signs it’s been worn all day. He’s not a bad looking guy, Clarissa guesses he’s in his early forties and taking care of himself. Short dark hair, neatly coiffed, tops a face devoid of humour. His eyes dark and predatory as they flick round the restaurant, always coming back to rest on Clarissa. A thick rolex appearing in view as he keeps taking sips of mineral water. Clarissa met his gaze and smiled shyly but widely before returning her attention back. “You’ve asked for my help, now I’m asking for yours. I’m sure you’ll ask a favor I can do in the future. As for leadership, I’m pretty sure Johnny Bananas is running things. He managed to get his racketeering conviction overturned and once Mr. Marcello was indicted, I bet he’s the one who took over.”“Sometimes I think you know too much for your own good.”“Just what I read in the papers,” I said carefully. “Come on, Theo; if I’d turned into a stool pigeon, we’d be having this conversation.