Though you haven't climbed the ranks as fast as some of your school friends - mostly because you would never go against your beliefs for your own gain...- your passion for helping the underdog has earned you the trust and respect of your clients, and a favorable attitude from the higher-ups where you work.As you walk into the conference room, you see that someone's already there, leaning back in their chair with hands behind their head. When they see you enter they stand up. You recognize them as. It was her, Joan Smith, but the wasn’t her real name. The picture matched and her name was Joan Sanders. Well it was fairly close I suppose. I decided it was time to return to my office and think about this. My mind moved slowly trying to remember if there was anything Ms. Sanders might have said that would give me a clue, but there didn’t seem to be anything. I was looking through the phone directory hoping she might be listed when the door opened again. Looking over the edge of my desk I saw. Turning on her back she ran her hands slowly down her body feeling her curves teasingly with her eyes closed. Moaning softly as her hand brushed over the bulge that her spankies hid slightly well. Santana began to pull off her uniform as her hands teased her body. Breathing heavily as she played with her breast Santana felt that she was ready for the main show. Dragging her hand down slowly across her toned abs the latina arched up as her nails lightly scrapped against the head of her penis. I didn'tdo an inventory, but all the newspapers we were working on yesterday aregone."As Mary continued to kneel and examine the lock, Pat had to ask, "Whatare you doing?" I was just looking to see if the lock had been forced."He frowned at her. "This may sound patronizing, but you appear to knowwhat you are doing. I thought you were a college student."She smiled at him. He was right, it did sound patronizing, but notreally insulting. "I'm a history research specialist. Since we dealmostly.