Kirk’s hands shook. The paperwork. The photographs. The chain of custody. These were the coins. These were real. He hadn’t been part of something ...his historic, this lucrative in his entire life. He looked at his phone. They had left ninety minutes ago. His daughter was still flirting with the boy, eating down in the food court. Where was Giselle? She was supposed to contact Monsieur le Carre. Kirk looked at his phone one more time. Should he wait?“Daddy!” Frieda squealed as she answered her. Ed slowly approached her with his eyes devouring her body, her nipples were rock hard and jutting out like pencil erasers. When he got in arms reach of her he stretched out has arms inviting a hug. She stepped forward and soon his arms were around her with his hands on her ass. Her breasts mashed against his chest and I could see his hands slowly massaging her ass cheeks. Then his right hand went the front and slipped in the slit of the dress and his hand was now on her bare ass. He pulled his. Upon reaching the door I place the tray on a low table next to it and knock. I hear muffled screams from inside, which get much louder as the door is opened by the young mistress. I pick up the tray and enter a well-equipped dungeon like room. The screams have been replaced by sobs. I place the tray on a table just inside the door, which is shut behind me. Surveying the room I see a selection of hooks chains rings and other devices set into or hanging from the far wall. A rack is set up over. It did payoff as it got you into the classes your in and many high end universities wanted you to come to them, you even ended up setting a record at your school when you became captain of the schools academic competition team and went for a third year on the main team. You applied for many high end schools, your top choice was Harvard. You got accepted and are going this fall. Doe was a little different in hobbies, she tried to be social and spent less time with her academics, so she is.