Hair-Bish and the Honey Trap

She'd have had no chance against the large, smooth, chested men who prostituted themselves for the chance to pull off an espionage operation. She didn't particularly like what she was doing, but she needed the money. The special one slowly pulled down her black leather trousers at last showing Bish her naked torso. A spy will never leave two items of clothing in the same corner For fear of being caught. It's too obvious. I put all my clothes in one corner. Take the suicide pill. Thank God. At least hair-bish liked women.