He had spent much of his career looking into organized crime. Every crime group had a team of enforcers. Some were used to settle issues such as someo...e stealing from group, or a personal slight. He knew the foot solders often used kidnappings, tortures, killings and beatings to get information or settle accounts. They were people you, as an undercover agent, identified early and stayed clear of any way you could.Could these slave owners have their own investigators and muscle? There was no. Yes, in my mind, Molly was a woman regardless of this one small part of her body as a reminder of where she started life.“I would love to go to your hotel with you,” I said as watched her pull her panties back into place. Her little cock had shrunk back to its normal size and with her panties pulled up it almost looked like a clit protruding in front.“You like the way my panties look?” Molly asked.“Well uh, it is just that, well how do I say this, it is just that I have this thing about panties. He needed to try to keep himself sharp.On the ride back to their hotel, Danny pondered what he could possibly do to Lindsey to make her straighten up and fly right. He didn't love her, nothing like that. She was a pretty girl, and a hot fuck, but she really wasn't anything more to him than any of the other girls he'd been able to fuck in the past. Most of them were just hookers, or boxing groupies, which was almost the same thing. The main difference between Lindsey and any of the other girls,. She had cummed 2 times by now. Then I asked her to ride me. She was jumping my dick . I saw her play with her boobs and grab her cellphone and turn on camera and record herself jumping this dick. I heard her saying looking at the camera, Hey baby its me your wife jumping on your brother’s dick . He is so good and deep inside me where your thin dick never reaches. I dont even care if you don’t return.I was loving every bit of it. She suddenly started to grind on my dick faster. Her pussy grasped.