His broad shoulders made him look more like a football professional rather than a military man. The faint scent of a woodsy male cologne wafted across... to Sandra's nostrils making her undies even wetter than before."Sit over here by me, sir, we are delighted that you have joined us for dinner and a nice conversation."The ordinarily calm, cool, and collected officer seemed a little out of his depth flanked by two beautiful females whose body language said only one thing."Fuck me!"Still, he was. "Bed," he growled, "I ain't never had a jet lag before, but this here room's kinda spinning and I wanna be where I can just fall asleep when you've had your wicked way with me."He lay on the bed and watched as I took my dress off. His penis jerked as he saw my stockings and tiny pink panties and the way my breasts bulged out almost over the top of the lacy pink bra."You look good enough to eat, Piper," he growled again, but I noticed that his speech seemed to be slurred slightly."You okay,. ." Barely started saying."Could have killed him," Essence added."Didn't you read about me in the papers... or see it on the news?" Barely asked."I ain't had time for either of late... that's why I'm here."Still talking as if Tony hadn't spoken at all, Barely rambled on."Like Essence said, someone drugged me good. I was at a party... a hotel party... I think it was the penthouse. Anyway, I must have wandered out into the hall, and saw my reflection in a window at the end of the corridor."Tony,. That makes me the lion! Lion and lioness in their den haha." That struck Claire as a very powerful image. They settled back down, inches from one another. Then Robert made the move. He snuggled up to Claire's neck. His breath on her skin made her shiver, her pussy grow wet, and her heart beat even faster, "Kiss it!! Please kiss my neck!" she pleaded in her mind. Then it happened. He did.She couldn't help it, a small moan escaped from her lips, her panties were drenched already. She felt him.