” He nodded solemnly and I left wondering what I was getting myself into. That night I got home from work late and exhausted. When I walked in, Scot... and Cindy were sitting on the couch talking. Scott jumped up when I came in the door, “She said she wanted to try it!” It took me a few seconds to remember what he was talking about. When I did figure it out I pointed to the bedroom door. “Scott, can you leave us for a few minutes, I want to talk to her…alone.” He nodded and shooting a quick smile. Jack and Roy, along with their associates profited enormously as the traffickers died and disappeared. When they captured a trafficker, they were free to take whatever assets they found in his possession. We only took what could be liberated electronically and seized through forensic means. Their devotion to the task was legendary. Sexual slavery and human trafficking dropped off precipitously during our purge through the US and Mexico.The Justice Department was once more awash in evidence of. You gotta have your game on. I had a pretty good game. Sometimes I was in the perfect zone for hitting up on the ladies.One night I noticed a flashy hot looking lady, busty, curvaceous, nice full bum and tall at the bar. She moved like a dancer or an Amazon and dressed retro high fashion, low cut. She was a dirty dusky redhead. The kind with real white skin. I imagined her bush was fire red. But she had dark eyes and muscular legs, rock hard calves taunt on her high heels. I figured mounting. ‘It does you good to sweat, slut, but we need to put you through your paces. I’ve seen your wardrobe so go and get your black lycra tights. Don’t take out the ginger, I’m watching. Pick up the phone upstairs.’ I walked upstairs and found the tights, the ginger in my butt was working overtime as I walked up the stairs. I picked up the phone. ‘Put on three pairs of tight panties, and then the lycra tights, we don’t want it coming out.’ What could I do? I put on the panties then the tights. .