I sent my message: Hi, how are you? How are you feeling? Are you alone?With an evil grin, I send my message and waited for her reply. It arrived a few... minutes later. She said that she was not alone and that she was sipping on some wine and added that I should know what kind of a mood that she was in. Evil grin.I then sent her another message: What are the chances that we can meet somewhere later tonight? I needed to taste your cunt. She replied: We'll have to go somewhere else. I have someone. " he said."Here let me dial the number for you," I said removing the burn phone from the pocket of the fancy designer khaki pants.I dialed Mike Dawson's number, then handed Smiley the phone. He actually carried the bluff right up till her heard Mike's voice. Then he hit the off button and handed it back to me. He wasn't through bluffing us yet."Do you know who I am," he asked."Yeah James Smiley, accountant and child molester," Lucas said before I could."Do you know who my clients are?" he. I heard his key in the lock and I grinned. I went through to greet him, as he saw me his eyes scanned over my body, taking in my sexy outfit and his large smile made me know he was pleased. I told him to drop his work stuff, grabbed him and pulled him close and kissed him hard. He responded eagerly, running his hands up and down my silky outfit and squeezing my bum. I slid my hand between us and down to the bulge developing in his jeans. I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs. We kissed deeply. “Wait wait wait, does that mean I have to fuck the old man?” Vera shrugged. “Sure.”Nabokov took a seat at a desk front and center to the Po cage, and Vera motioned to the shower. “I’m gonna go wash myself out.”“I got this, but you might miss it,” replied Nabokov.“Eh, I’ll be back.”The gleam of the prisoners’ eyes in the left cell shone through the shadows as Po pulled Vernon’s trunks down. “I don’t know why I even wear ‘em,” he quipped. Her eyes gleamed too. “My.” She sucked slowly and deeply,.