To the study

Terry took Max's head and lead her through the party. Max carefully glanced at the visible cameras that wore around the place.

Terry pulled her down a small hallway to a large wooden door. He opened the door and stepped through. Max followed and looked aroudn the room. Most of the walls wore full of books, with a desk in a corner with alot of paper strewn around the desk.

In the opposite corner was a large TV which was currently turned off. Max's keen senses could make out a safe that was hidden behind a shelf near his desk.

"Ill be right back", said Terry as he left the room, he closed the door slighty and walked VERY briskly to the kitchen to grab a towel before heading back.

Max waited till he had left before walked over to the desk and she looked throught the tables. She bent over slightly and looked at the papers, seeing different letters here and there address to different miliant groups.

Terry opened the door quietly and saw that Max was bent over slighty at the table. He quietly entered the room and approached Max. Max with her keen sense of hearing heard him a mile off.

She placed both her hands on teh desk and pushed out her rear slightly. Terry approached Max slowly before he slide his hands around her waist and his face over her shoulder. "If you are Rachaels Friend, then you must be REALLY good", he whispered into Max's ear as he lent in and knibbled her ear.

Max shivered as his mouth gently bit on her earlobes. She gasp as he slowly bent over and ran his hands down her legs to the bottem of her dress. He slowly slide his hands under her dress and up again, trying to find her panties. He was took back at first when he felt no pantys but warm fless and 'lips'. "Oh no panties uh, you must have came preapred", Terry said slyly has he stood up again, his hands pulling up her skirt to her waist. Her dress being so tight, bunched around her waist, her pussy and arse visble now.

Again Terry gently bit on her arse, as Max again couldnt help but gasp at the feeling. "How about this once we forgot about protection and go straight for the fun", he whispered again, rubbing his crotch against her rear, one hand wrapped around her waist and another gently rubbing her breast. Her once breast wet with champiagne now dry and and flushed.