“Aghh!” an accidental cry she’d instantly suppressed. With her free hand, her nails dug into the wood beneath her. Her neck strained where his h...and pulled at her hair. He was looking down at her with a wild anger, his thoughts confused, trying to make sense of what was going on. “What are you doing here you bitch?” he’d hissed at her, “What the fuck do you think you're trying to do?”Michelle said nothing. She just remained there, neck straining, eyes closed tight, hair pulling at the base of. She implored that some old man might see us and that we should stop. I said that the old guys might learn a few things after looking at us. She smiled and moved a little closer and put her head on my shoulder.I slowly slid my hand into her bra and felt the soft skin on her boob. I found the nipple and gently held it with my index finger and thumb. She shivered a little as she felt my fingers on her nipple. I twisted it slowly in my fingers and rubbed it gently. I could feel the goosebumps on. “He’ll brief you, Michael, no questions now. I told him we’d have lunch tomorrow, that work for you?”“Sure.”“Legal attaché” was J. Edgar Hoover’s term for FBI agents stationed at U.S. embassies and consulates. Our guy here, José María Garibaldi, was pretty mellow, at least as far as FBI types go, but I’d heard stories about his early career that suggested his mellowness didn’t go very deep.The legal attaché and security officer were already seated when I arrived for lunch.“José María,” I. She had horror on her face to what just happened. She pushed me away and scolded me for what I’ve done. She started crying , for she felt she had made a huge mistake. She said it shouldn’t have gone this far. I consoled her holding her in my arms and told her there’s nothing to worry about coz there are many anti- pregnancy pills out there in stores. I had a hard time making her feel that it was all right. She held my cock again that was again ready to round 2.Seriously I never had a hard on so.