”I was anxious that she was making me wait until tomorrow to hear more of the story. She had been telling it so well. But, eager to get things going..., the most urgent thing for me at that moment was to push my cock inside Joanie’s pussy.“I need you INSIDE me, Peter,” she said. “If you don’t have a condom I have a couple in my purse.”With my hands around her back, I reached into my pocket and opened one of the packets I brought. Tearing it open I removed the slippery rubber and dropped the packet. Drucker and Zayne had left the museum three hours ago and were escorted to their hotel. It was nearly six o’clock. The museum was closed and the staff had been led out through a rear entrance. A policeman was leading a bomb-sniffing dog up to all surfaces of the building that could be reached from the street. The dog had found nothing.At last the inspector emerged from the building indicating there were no employees left inside. Still there was no sign of a threat. Major Dern stood with Agents. De Boville, formerly an inspector of prisons, sends to me from the prefect of police?" Exactly, sir." One of the agents appointed to secure the safety of Paris?" Yes, sir" replied the stranger with a slight hesitation, and blushing.The abbe replaced the large spectacles, which covered not only his eyes but his temples, and sitting down motioned to his visitor to do the same. "I am at your service, sir," said the abbe, with a marked Italian accent."The mission with which I am charged, sir,". " "Shriya, what is this?" "Just wait," she repeated. "Trust me, you won't be disappointed." Shriya scurried off to Angie's room. Angie's room? When she came back, she was wearing a new outfit, sort of a catholic schoolgirl thing with the pleated tartan skirt, thigh-high stockings and a white shirt with more than a few buttons undone in the front. Beneath the shirt was a very sexy red bra that made Shriya's small breasts look fuller. She held her hands behind her back, which pushed her chest.