How could she object since that was the reason she had used to not wear the garterbelt! She felt so relieved when the dance stopped and she stepped aw...y from the overheatted Fred. But that was when her father stepped in to take his place. He did that and more! To her it was amazing that his big prick didn’t bust open his zipper! That said, she was astounded when that erection seemed to try to find its way into her waiting snatch! It was continuesly but slowly bunching her dress up her thighs.. The nice lady who had sworn them in was sitting behind a tall counter desk ... knitting."Good Afternoon ... what have you done with John?" He's not back?" No." Who's running the show?" Me." She said, "I'm Alice ... and I'm the assistant Agent in Charge. I have a job for you two."She handed them several DVD cases..."Watch these. In the morning, I need you to escort a prisoner to Dallas. The procedures are on the DVD's." She flustered for a minute. "I know it's sudden, but John took three. Avinash came to his senses and replied, “You look beautiful and splendid, like always”. She laughed and gave him a playful punch on his arm. “So what brings you here?” asked Avinash. She smiled, “Nothing. I just wanted a little time off from my hectic schedule.” They both looked into each others’ eyes without saying anything further. One could easily sense the rising old heat between them that charged up the atmosphere. Breaking off the silence, Avinash finally managed to speak out of his. No, more than rugged — dangerous.He hadn't seen her, so she took a long moment to watch him. The scars from his wounds were ugly, but they didn't put her off. They were a part of him, like his brooding, dark eyes. Why is it, she asked herself, that scars on a man are acceptable, but similar scars on a woman aren't?Doesn't matter, she decided.Unaccountably, she wanted to run her fingers over the scars, feel the ridges, trace their jagged lengths. Her lips, too. Taste them. Taste him.She wore.