..you can have some pics tonight thats it but if you promise to blow your load to them I'll change into one of my slutty femdom skirts. You already kn...w a sexy dirty pic of you is gonna make me cum but I totally promise I'll jerk off and cum to your slutty outfit pics. I know you will it's just hot to read it from you it got me wet too...ok give me a few minutes I'm squeezing into the tightest little skirt I have for you. I was already so hard from talking dirty and imagining her in a skirt but. "C'mon. Bath and a drink? Champagne on offer?"And so I watched her transform herself from a small and weary waif into a party hostess. I settled her in the guest-room and ran a bath. I came back with champagne and the box that Robert had sent. What a difference from Elizabeth - if this really was a lover. But she must be! I undid the box for her. Earrings! So pretty, but so perfect. Long strings of perfect pearls to hang against the curve of her jaw. She confessed that the she'd only worn the. There was a large working desk with a computer and phone and a comfortable leather high-back chair dominating one corner of the office, while the massage table stood off on the other side, a large padded and hinged affair with a metal cabinet beside it.Dorothy (he reminded himself of her name) rose from her desk as he walked in and crossed to shake his hand. She was a smallish woman in a white starched blouse, with dark eyes and brown hair in a pageboy cut. She came up only to Bob's forehead,. "Two of the evidence team had left with the assassin's body. Whatley had just announced that agent Hanes had been killed a couple of seconds before the assassin had been shot dead. Whatley had also announced that he would have a news conference at FBI headquarters in two hours. There were still half a dozen agents outside the suite, plus two city police officers as Sandra and Bobby helped to get Art Hanes into the body bag and it zipped up except for a couple of inches just above his.