Sarah flew a Heathrow-Washington shuttle. Landing at near enough the same time as its Paris equivalent. Busy customs officials had to take a moment of... and this was their moment.Washington was not a comfort zone for Sarah. This time her contact taxi dropped her at the Plaza, a short ride from Capitol Hill. She left the suitcase in the baggage compartment, picking up instead a small canvas bag, which matched her holdall. Once ensconced in a room she began to distribute the money it contained. They both saw me hand them to the IT guy. I put each of them in a separate room to wait.Sarah came in and asked what was happening. I gave her a brief overview but not everything. She had been in the other two interviews with Corry. She simply said, "Oh no."The Tech guy came back in and said as he handed me the phones and computers, "Nothing different than we already knew. I did as you asked and everything is working, I will send you the copy of the SIM files," he said. Then he added "Good. ”“It wouldn’t be a good one because she isn’t exactly wearing much to start with.” “You won’t hear any of us complaining mate.”Jason turned to Eva and he could see the surprise and excitement on her face.“Hey Ben,” another of the men said, “turn that garbage off and put some music on for Eva her to strip to.”Ben the barman turned and went to his sound system while 3 of the men moved some tables around so that a large one was near the door where everyone could see. They didn’t think about it,. I got down on my knees in front of my ambitious guest, massaging her thighs as a gently spread her legs. I slowly ran my hands up to her freshly shaved vag, delicately running the back of my fingers over her bare pussy lips. Leilani giggled and spread herself open as I got an up close view inside her tight, wet vagina. I leaned in, dabbing my pointy tongue over and around her smooth snatch. Leilani cooed with delight as I circled around her wetness, teasing her with my oral attention. I gently.