Especially if your job was at Chicago's City Hall.MONDAY 8:30 A. M.NSA Headquarters, Fort Meade, MDK. E. O. T. C. section at NSA was one of those, 'ne...ver heard of it', outfits because 'officially' it didn't exist. Their unofficial acronym stood for, 'Keep an Eye On The Competition' and that's exactly what they did. While the rest of the agency spent their day sifting though worldwide traffic, this section sifted through CIA, FBI and Homeland Security traffic. Recently some very interesting FBI. "Now his dick is really taking notice of the petite nympho. "Another round for the lady and myself," he ask the bartender.The smirk is back on her face, enjoying the fact that he's spoiling her so. They pry themselves from the bar to make room for more desperate patrons, finding a rare table to place their drinks on. Her red top is long- in fact, long enough to make a very sexy, dangerously short dress. He can't resist taking a hold of the hem of the fabric as she stands there sipping her. Reilly raised her legs and flipped them over his shoulders and pointed his thick cockhead at her anal entrance. The thoughts of allowing Reilly to deflower her anally were very overwhelming. Reilly pushed forward and his helmet began further dilating her ass tunnel apart. He took all the time needed to go into her ass feeling it very warm, welcoming, deep and bottomless. Isabel yelled, “Oh fuck! It is amazing”, as she felt him grinding his balls on her tight ass entry. Reilly wanted to savor. It was the venom in his speech that took her back and she realised that he was serious. He didn't mind if she took a fancy to another man and now a man was doing just that 'chatting her up'.There was no doubt that she had noticed Owen, but she had never considered him an individual she would 'chat up'. She knew he had a nick name 'bull'. 'How he got that she had no idea', she had often commented to herself for many times she had heard him called that by his male colleagues and even some women.