I heard your "The Boss" the other agent mentioned but you don't seem to be that old to be in charge of a program safe house,"Dani chuckled. "Well you ...are partly right, I am the boss here. I own all of this. But the part you are incorrect about is that this is a program safe house. It's not. My fiancé used to work for the FBI but went private with some friends doing security. I hired them as my security team here. There's more going on but that's the main part. When Agent Morrison called this. I was surprised my boss was there before me. He handed me a box and told me to go over the figures to make sure they were correct. It was for a new hotel being built in Chicago.I went to my car and called my realtor to see if she was ready, she said she was ready for me. I then drove to her office.A male friend of mine told me about her. She’s been known to do just about anything for a sale. He should know he just bought a house from her.So I called her a couple of days ago and told her what. I’ll tell you when.”He began stroking himself, moving closer until the tip was inches away from my lips. I ran my tongue over them, wetting them, an obvious invitation, if he so chose to take it. I was hypnotized, the drugs, the music, my sexual frenzy all centered upon my cunt. I could feel steam pouring from it as I fucked myself for his pleasure, pulling and twisting my nipples, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, growing desperate, my moans drowning out the music as I felt myself peaking.“I. Jana stared querulously at her roommate.“I don't think I've ever seen you wear the tube top,” she said. “It doesn't look like something you'd wear at all.”Vicky nodded. “I hate it,” she admitted. “It was a gift from an old boyfriend and I wore it once for him and never went out in it. It is sluttier than the dress, isn't it.”“Yeah, I guess,” said Jana, still not understanding where her roommate was going with it.Vicky sighed.“It can't be helped then, I guess,” she said.Then she twirled about.