The guy she talked to is a long-term hardass from outside of Toledo. There is no way she knew him beforehand. I mean, I just don't see it. I pulled hi... out of chow and grilled him but he wouldn't tell me anything. He was a member of some militia up that way before he went to prison. Now he's a white supremacist. I can see the Mayfields maybe knowing of his group but this guy was low-level there." Who's the target?" Bryant asked."That's where it gets interesting," Mitchell said. "My snitch said. She leaned back, supporting herself on her arms. The tension in her loins built to a crescendo before exploding out through her body in a hot wave. She groaned inarticulately as the orgasm shook her body and Brent’s fingers and tongue kept up their work. When his fingers slid out of her pussy, Michelle opened her eyes and sat up. Brent was licking his fingers clean while unzipping his pants with the other hand. Soon, his pants and briefs were down to his knees, leaving his very erect,. His cock was half hard, but he was covered in sweat and clearly tired. Breaking free of Hillary and Tonya I crawled over to him and kissed him lightly, gently caressing his face. “Michael, did you enjoy that? Are you happy?” I asked softly.“Happy? I don't have words... I can't even think... you're too amazing for words.” he said. “I think we should go back to the party and give us all a chance to relax. Besides, I am supposed to be the Honoured Guest.” I said smiling.The girls started laughing. From broken heels to leaking pens, it had seemed as if the world was conspiring to drive her even crazier while she battled exhaustion from work.Well, I’m awake now, she thought. The fright had chased the last vestige of drowsiness from her in a split second, so off to the kitchen she went.After breakfast, there was one task that couldn’t be ignored any longer. She’d put on her last pair of comfortable panties before going to bed. There were a few racier garments left in the drawer, but those.