“In the office. It’s the only room that locks.” “Have you been planning this?” My voice was full of exaggerated offense. “Yeah, probably... at the same time you were stood there silently contemplating Ben’s cock sliding between your tits.” She was completely right. “Bitch.” “Slut.” We both laughed. “Come on,” she took me upstairs. Their office has two desks, one with a computer which Lisa sometimes uses while Tim is working with his laptop at the other desk. We went in and Lisa locked the. " Was all she could say when I suddenly grabbed hold of her hair, turned her head towards me and started slapping her face hard, back and forth several times. "You like pain bitch?' I said to her. Marci had tears staring to well up in her eyes as I slapped at her face. Moving a bit more forward, I stopped slapping at her face, "Let's see how you like this whore" I then said to her as I now turned my attention to her tits. The first slap across her tits made her cry out in pain and she tried to. “Is this the man who was waiting for him?” I demanded.“I can’t answer that, client identity is restricted to those who need to know,” she answered but from the look on her face on seeing the picture, I was sure that it had been Hawthorn. I pulled my Federal ID and badge out and stuck it in her face.“We are Federal Agents. The man in that picture is a wanted criminal. Where is Stevens’s office?” I demanded as Carry passed me the warrant for Greg Hawthorn. The Secretary was shocked on seeing it,. She checked in and walked away. As she left I stared at her ass as it swayed toward the elevator. I was greeted at the desk by an older lady and the check in was quick. She gave me my key and I made my way to the elevator. I got in and could smell the woman's perfume. My blood started pumping as I thought about her. I was lost in thought when suddenly the doors opened and I had to land back in reality and find my room. I needed to find it quick because my dick needed a release.I found the room,.