I let her talk. "Not that I'd mind. I'd love him to see me for what I am." "What are you?" "Well, nothing bad," she said, "I'm just not his little gir...l anymore." "No," I said, "you certainly are not." Her lips paused on the rim of her glass. She looked at me, sensing a come-on. I hadn't meant it that way. "I didn't mean it like that." I looked down at her, a whole head shorter than me but only two years younger. Her hair, full and shiny and dark as anything, covered her shoulders and spilled. Oh well, in for a penny. I did, in fact, manageto wriggle on to the stool without major mishap, and as I did so I foundmyself shivering with pleasure (or was it fear?) as the silky materialof my dress and camisole slipped and slid over the skin of my torso. Ihooked a heel over the metal frame of the stool, and crossed my legs,admiring the effect. Polly winked at me knowingly.We sat in silence for a few moments, and then found ourselves talkingabout the previous Saturday. Polly wanted to. I was eating this pussys pussy like there was no tomorrow and she loved it! I didnt want her to orgasm yet, though, so I stood up and had her get back on her knees while leaning over the back of the couch. I stood behind her and started rubbing my dick on her pussy to use some of her juices to lube up my condom encased dick. I placed my cock head at the opening to her pussy and I pushed forward. This cat girl was really tight! But I was shocked when my dick met her hymen and ripped it openshe. Anyone with a lot of money and no morals, she suggested.“Try Wall Street,” I said. “Olga Fyodorovna has money in more than one New York investment bank. A lot of money. So do the other major traffickers we’ve identified.”It took a minute for the message to sink in. Then Mandy wanted to know whether I was one hundred percent sure, whether I had cast-iron evidence. I handed her a printed copy of my report. It was all in there, I told her. Any of the major investment banks could be implicated:.