”“Chris, I understand but that’s what I’m sure is happening. What I’d like to do is arrange for video and audio surveillance of Martha’s ...office, see what turns up.”Hesitantly I agreed. I expected that Martha would be exonerated in short order. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Within two weeks I was presented with a grainy tape showing Martha surreptitiously folding several bills from the petty cash drawer and slipping them into her purse; I was physically sick, I rushed to the washroom as. "No", said Linda, "it is fine with me".Roberto didn't waste a second. He too the hungry clippers, put a number 2 guard on themand started to buzz Linda. The warm teeth of the clippers made Linda horny. I could see it (later, at home, she said that her pussy became wet in seconds.)Roberto got excited as well: a huge bulge that he couldn't hide appeared between his legs.He pushed his cock against Linda's shoulder. Linda felt it and smiled at Roberto.I didn't mind at all. I sat there, in the. “Do you want to see where it would have ended?” Robert said with a smile, a smile that would melt you away.The wine had its own effect on me and I was not able to handle the sexual tension any further, so I just nodded and closed my eyes awaiting to be drifted to magic world.I could feel his breath on my face as he lowered his mouth to lock my lips. He ended the kiss shortly to tease my licking and sucking my lips and then deepened it again playing and sucking my tongue. I was ecstatic.He. Imagine the average guy using a lap pool suddenly dropping into a race with Michael Phelps. That’s the difference. Except his “event”, his skill set was very, very anti-social.One of the team snipers had given the iconic description of Monster: “Shooting Monster between the eyes at 500 meters would show good aim. In the back of the head at 1200 meters would show better judgment.”Howard was a better long rang shot than me, so he’d be the sniper and manage the remote detonator. He’d also have a.