It took me totally by surprise and after moments to gather my thoughts spoke meekly. I said, “Yes!Do you know them? How do you know them? REALLY?”...“Oh sure,” she said. “I know them really well.” She seemed pleased. “They’re my buddies. I love them! I’ve grown up with them next to our farm. They are very important to me.”Now I was so perplexed because this girl was human, again about my age and she seemed very mature and independent. I just stood looking at her in amazement even forgetting that. "I want you to soak my cock. Come all over me. Lose control."She's so sexy owned. Head tipped to the ceiling in my grip, staccato breaths punctuating the stall with every stroke of my fat cock inside her velvety pussy. I pull my fingers from her centre and her eyes snap wide as I thrust. She can't form the words but I know what she wants.I return to crush the pads of my fingers against her needy clit and draw insistent circles, her body tightening in tune with her elevated breathing. The heat. "Richard, Estrada will not be where I told you," I said as soon as he picked up. "You have a mole."It was the only explanation that made any sense. I was sure Estrada had originally planned to move on me out of his rental—why else rent it?—but somebody'd tipped him that it was a trap in the making. So he brazenly left Joe Smith and the others in place to check up on me while carefully staying clear himself, knowing the trap had to be for him.There was a very long silence from Richard. "Shit,". It was not that she was afraid of him because she really had no idea who he was except just another stranger that her family owed a debt to. She had been the "payment" on more than one occasion and was now accepting of that depraved role.He circled her as she squatted on the rough burlap mat with her legs under her pretty ass. She was wearing the customary cut-off jeans that seemed almost a uniform for the young females of the bayou and he was certain she had never owned any underwear of any.