“Okay. Good plan.”
They stood there, watching the crowds pass them by and being as casual as possible. Libby’s p***y throbbed, desperate for relief, but she was determined not to rush it—there was no way she wanted to get caught. She held on and... on. Soon, she couldn’t take it any longer. She gave Ciaran a hip bump in the direction of the barrier, and he squeezed her hand in response. Then he coolly executed his part of the plan, and Libby moved through the gap he’d made as authoritatively as possible, and didn’t look back.
When they were both in the “forbidden” section of the building, they walked quickly away from their entry point and ducked into one of the archways, then peeked around the corner to back where they’d just come from. Sure enough, they’d been so convincing that nobody
