Williams patted her head. She raised up and smiled at him before snuggling back against the desk again."Bob, Becky's a magnificent slut. Out of the be...t sluts in America, Becky would rank in the top ten. Did she tell you about her weekend with my club?" Yes, sir." Bob, they all loved her. In fact, we came up with a plan and I want to discuss it with you. I want your agreement before we implement it." Thank you, Mr. Williams, but she's your slut. Why not ask her?" Sluts don't want to be asked.. I was mad on that area as I have seen such figure in many movies and dreamed a lot and now, I was handling such a figure. This thought made me madder and exited. Slowly I made a move to her cunt it has very less pubic hair and that cleavage was so tender.She asked “what r u seeing there?” I said “heaven of worldly pleasures” and started to lick her pussy I bit her clit and entered her love hole with my tongue it was so wonderful I got more madder and started to do it very fast and she gasped. ”“Graves huh?” Samantha smirks. “That slimy bastard only helps when he wants something in return.”“Well at least he asked for something we can help him with.”“Let me guess. He fucked up somewhere and now needs our help,” Spencer speculates.“You could say that. It seems he sent a team in, the same one you two worked with in Madagascar and they were supposed to have taken the base the demons set up in Antarctica and report in.”“Not the one on White Island?” Samantha asks in shock.“The very same. So when Peter went to see what happened, I grabbed my clothes and ran.’ Moe closed his eyes. He suddenly felt woozy. ‘I’ve got money, Mr. Gafferson. I can pay you. I need to find out what happened to Peter.’ Moe uttered his standard sermon on his fee before his thoughts began to fade. His eyelids felt like someone had nailed them shut with railway ties. He was going to have to get out of this hospital bed, and soon. He had places to go, a trail to follow. The longer he stayed down, the colder.