Her hair was swinging loose in her new shoulder-length cut, long enough to tease a cock when she wanted but short enough not to get in the way. She w...ondered as she walked in her country heels along the passageway to his room whether he might first just pull the little string aside and lick her in it. She did hope so. The thought of him doing that had kept her awake for an hour or so last night. David answered the door wearing blue chinos and a white cotton shirt through which a mat of dark. She hesitated briefly then took his hand he led her to the dance floor. I watched the two of them dance. Her blonde hair bounced as she moved and as she twirled, her micro-dress flared to show that she was indeed wearing panties. Black ones. I felt a twinge in my groin as I watched her ass sway to the rhythm. Suddenly, in mid-song, she dashed over to me and grabbed my hand. “Come join us,” she said, “Robert’s great fun. Wonderfully smart and funny.” Somewhat nervously, I went out to the dance. I ordered a glass of milk and two shots of whiskey, the milk for my stomach and the whiskey for my weariness.It was the older woman who came to get me. She took me up in the elevator to the third floor, and then up some narrow stairs with rubber treads to a sort of attic. "These rooms aren't really guest rooms," she said apologetically, "they're for the staff. There's just this one, at the end of the hall, that we don't use." She led me down a hallway, dimly lit by bare 25 watt bulbs. She. On the way back to the gym I stopped at the airport and went to the agency hangar. I had questions for Kevin Parks. I basically wanted to know how much of the rules he would bend for me in a discreet way.I asked, “How often do the satellites go over North-east Africa?”“Several times a day; what areas are you interested in?” Kevin replied.I gave him the GPS of the villa. He punched in the numbers; then he looked at me a little strange.“There is a whisper in the wind about a sweet little OPS your.