Details are sketchy, but it looks as though two of the dead in the third attempt were Americans. We are attempting to get more details at this time."T...en the news switched to damage control and denials. Since there was a time difference the news was several hours old. I waited for the two operatives I had on staff to show up. When they did an hour later I wasn't at all surprised to note the lumps under their clothing."Well what do you think?" I asked."I think we are sitting ducks here," Sterlin. Harder… I sighed. He leaned in further, bending me at my waist. Still fucking me, almost at full speed, and kissed me deeply. He pulled back, still increasing his speed. I looked down and his dick was a blur. I could tell he was close to cumming, he was fucking me deeper and faster than I thought possible and I was clutching at his back, adding to the scratches. Almost… There… he panted, breathing heavily. Then as it happened, I moaned, Fuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeee! My insides were coated with his. He did suggest how the letter might be worded to make sure there was no ambiguity. I thanked him for his help and followed his suggestion with Jan drafting the letter and having it reviewed by him before having it printed and submitted to the two men.In the meantime, I suggested a possible advertisement that we should be ready to run at a moment's notice. I had done this before and found that Black Gold's name was a good thing to display in the ad. We had a reputation and although it wasn't yet. “You didn’t get a scratch?” Ben asked.“I’m black and blue and sore all over, Doc Burns is coming to check me out in a few minutes,” I replied.“You are not really going to let that guy work on you, are you? You trust him that much after what he has helped you do?” Ben asked.“Ben, you do not know even one percent of what he does for us,” I replied.“That is one more thing I do not want to know anything about,” he said.“You could write a book on what you do know and I could write an encyclopedia on.