When you hear about the ‘diplomatic bag’ in spy novels, well, he was the guy who carried it. It sounds exotic but it’s not. Dad would drone on a...bout how he literally got on a plane, flew somewhere, touched down, got in a car, drove to either a consulate, an embassy, or in some of the really poor and small countries, the personal residence of the ambassador, drop a bag off, pick up another one and get right back in the car, straight back to the airport and on another plane. He never looked in. “Give me a Double Blended Scotch with a twist.” He said as he tweaked her exposed nipple again. Cass fixed his drink and escorted him to the study. He touched her the whole way. She felt dirty and wondered if her Master would have her service the men before the evening was through. She wasn’t sure how’s she felt about that. When they arrived at the study the meeting was underway. “Thank Toy. We will be finished here in about an hour. Will lunch be ready then?” Eric said, not noticing Cass. The faint light exposed a row of seats so I followed them down and to the right. I aimed the phone upwards and I could see that no one was sitting in any of the seats. I decided to sit and let my eyes adjust before moving again.After a few minutes, and after watching two slender girls doing each other with a dildo, I could make out the layout of the theatre. The seats were set up in a V shape and I was about one third of the way down a fairly large cinema. From my seat I could see the entire. ’ ‘Well we should probably start with a shower. Freshen up a bit,’ you suggest. You lean in again for another kiss as your arms wrap around me. I stand and return your embrace. ‘This way,’ you say as you take me by the hand and lead me to the only other room in our beachfront suite. I turn on the warm water in the walk in shower and it cascades over us. I hold you for a while as we enjoy the closeness of our bodies. Eventually I turn you so your back is toward me. I take a handful of shampoo.