She explained how she’d gone to the bar to meet someone, but the ‘Balding Eagle’ had co-opted her into his cover. Charles silently whistled at the older man’s courage, sitting beside the incredible piece of ass before him and trotting out the ‘I’m a secret agent’ line. He’d probably been shocked when it worked, though not as shocked as when she’d rapidly succumbed to his advances, letting him take her back to his room for a long and rowdy session of ‘try all the holes.’ If he hadn’t been married, he’d probably have tried to keep her, instead of sending her to a random office building, looking for Charlie. |