So I head on down to the store for the morning. Pick up some lunch meat, bread, cheese, and coffee.I walk back to my apartment. When I get inside I'll...look around and I don't see my loafers wonder what the hell I do with them. Hmmm.I go join the other guys outside. We all walk down and get some beer and cigars. My feet are getting kind of sweaty. When I get back I'll go inside to the hallway to change my loafers. When I got back, I noticed my loafers are back. Hmmm. Interesting.I went back out. Almost certainly Gunner.I had been the instigator of the Gunthers’ downfall. Was probably the symbol. Hated symbol. And the Gunther collapse was tied directly to the arrests of David and Charles Meriwether.The Buckshot Video was similar to the FaceTime video I’d saved on my laptop. When Greta Gunther blew the head off one of my operatives - Birdy Cummings. A grandmother.Not many people had seen the FaceTime video. Daddy. And a handful of FBI agents. And that laptop was permanently sealed in the. She stood up again, opening her negligee and gently pulling her nightdress up. Cream silk stockings, frilly cream suspender belt and silk and lace panties came into view. She pulled her own panties down slightly as I was a bit dumb stuck but when her solid cock came into view I knew what she wanted. My lips were in a perfect O as I slid my warm mouth down the barrel of the cock, hoping I was doing it right and working my tongue on the head of this lovely member. She moaned and as this was only. "Shit." Dirk said, straightening himself up as Mrs. Jensen used her torn panties to wipe the boy's cum from her face and chest.Dirk cleaned himself up, stuffed his cock back in his pants and began to reorganize Mrs. Jensen's desk.She finally wiped herself clean, tossing her used panties in the trash; Dirk helped her to her feet. She looked down at Dirk's cock which was still semi hard and showing against his pants."Sit sit." she said, stuffing her tits back in her blouse, buttoning up.Dirk sat.