Each sweep of the room brought someone new coupled with the ones she had already seen but each time her eyes rested on the tall girl and the small whi...te haired lady. The tall girl had a dress that was elegant and fitted her curves well, her long legs and well turned ankles accentuated by high strappy peep toe shoes, her toes painted neon pink, possibly the only indicator to the nature of the girl inside. She sat fascinated by the girls features, soul searching eyes, she was certain they saw. “Whoa! Your belt buckle is cold.” I said as a shocked smile crossed my lips. Greg reached down and lifted the hem of my miniskirt and peaked underneath. “Holy shit girl! You’re not wearing any panties under a fucking MINISKIRT? No wonder why that troll was all worked up!” he said with a shocked look on his face. --- “Are you going to keep rubbing that belt buckle against my pussy or do you want to get out of here?” I asked Greg. “You really need to learn to be a little more discreet.” . I moaned ahhh… ohhh…. Ahhh…. He came down, removed petticoat, and kissed on my pussy over PANTY. It was transparent PANTY and my pussy was almost visible. He inserted his hand into PANTY and started rubbing his hand on my pussy. Slowly he inserted his index finger into my pussy and moved it in and out. He entered his middle finger and started finger fucking. I was aroused with his acts and moaned ohhh… , my darling please fucks me, and I cannot wait any more. I unzipped his trouser and removed. Then, the Information Technology manager for the bank testified that Mr. Michaels' login name and password had been used to access a number of high-dollar accounts he was responsible for managing. Wire transfers, some of them set up programmatically to continue after the laptop's operator had signed off, had been started during specific timeframes. Yes, those exact times were the ones annotated on the whiteboard. The funds from the looted accounts had been forwarded to IP addresses identified.