“Yes, very shrewd negations on your part. Even the rebels will be scared away from messing with you. And how long will you stay?” He watched as she got into the car, his cock already stirring.
“Well, my new President will be in office for at least four years. Do you have any other museums with unique furniture that I might be interested in? I have been neglected for too long.” She sat down in the seat, letting the short skirt ride up high on her legs, parting her legs so he could feast his eyes between her thighs.
“Yes, I have just the place for you. And do not expect special treatment. El Presidente told me I should pump you for information.” He stared blatantly under her skirt.
“I expect to be pumped often and thoroughly. And I do hope to see El Presidente. I have a box of his favorite cigars.”
“He is waiting impatiently for you also. I think you took ten years off his life when he heard you were returning.”
“And the others.”
“Others?” Miguel seemed puzzled.
“Yes, the others in the room that watched me masturbate. Do they know?”
So she had known. “Only one, me. But I am sure that we can arrange something. For their enjoyment as well as yours.”
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“I don’t think you can every disappoint anyone, Monika.” The car sped off, Monika settling next to Miguel, his hand resting on her naked thigh feeling so heavy, Monika wanting to move until it slid beneath her skirt, but she held still. All in good time.