I pulled up my skirt just over my bra. I sent a text. “I am close. 10 seconds from your door. Please be ready to open it for me.”Text response: I�...�m by the door now.Extra bright red lipstick on. Stairwell door open. Nobody in hallway. Good. I knocked gently. The door opened. (My keycard was ready in case there was a problem.)He closed the door. I said, “Clark, it’s good to see you in person again. You look better than your picture on the Towering Palms website.” Then I pulled his face down to. I could see that he was really nervous but so was I. He said "Hira waits for you in the back room". I didn’t have any idea what to expect and was tense in anticipation of being jumped. For all I knew it could have been a group of his friends and relatives armed with cudgels and knives waiting for me, but at least I now had a name that I could put to her image when we dream fuck... Hira... I looked through the open doorway my jaw dropped.I’d had a permanent hard on since we’d met in the street. ‘You bloody bastard.’ Derek muttered, standing up. Lerner took no offense from this, as he’d been called worse in his line of work. He shuffled papers around and picked up the stylus. ‘I’ll have my wife call on yours soon. Mary’s always looking for new blood.’ New blood, indeed. Was this what his life was going to be reduced to, Derek wondered. To formal dinners where his wife would gossip and he to cast out charming anecdotes at port and cigars? Derek shuddered at the thought. How easily he. "I had a swift vision of me sinking my silver tongue into her golden ... no, no, I'm eschewing extra-marital sex – damn it."I am on duty this evening at six, Bernard, but I will see you both tomorrow."With that she gave Big Ben a kiss on both cheeks and left, leaving a slight whiff of expensive perfume lingering in the air."What did she mean Boss, that she would see us both tomorrow?" Ah, -- I will get around to explaining that later."Big Ben fished under the bed and withdrew something wrapped.