And paying her a fortune.I remember the bruises he got in Cincinnati. Shit. What happened there? Is it connected?I have a brief thought, just a flash.... put it aside. I don't ignore it, but I file it away, just in case.This guy has a kink he works out on other women. He leaves town a lot, maybe to do the same thing. He comes back from one of these trips, injured.Maybe the girl fought back. Maybe he pushed too hard, and she tried to push back.Maybe he plays rape/murder games with his expensive. I started to break a sweat. “ Fucking hell, that’s better. Fuck me..... Fuck Me, aw shit, I’m going to.......” she launched into more gasps, ohs and ahs and when she settled, I pulled out, looked over at Tracey. She was smiling and laid back already to receive her dose of cock.“Right” I said to Shelley, “I’d better see to this bitch. She looks like she needs a good fucking too”“You’d better give it to her hard and I want to see you stretch her arse too, I won’t be able to sit properly for a. .. alone.”Mr. Quick on the Draw made mistake number two.“We’re busy ... come back tomorrow.”Mr. Ott picked up the phone ... still at the point of a gun and dialed.“Hello, you old goat fucker,”“Of course it’s Bob ... who else knows?”“Good to hear your voice, too, Clarence.”“Clarence, we have a problem,”“There’s a youngster waving a gun in my face and he’s wearing a vest that claims he works for you.”“Certainly,” Robert said. “Your boss wants to speak to you.”He handed the phone to the gun. Being a youngish new boy on the scene I was overwhelmed by the attention given to me by the older women who I noticed openly flirting with me. The first was a French woman I will call her Bernadette who clearly wanted me to notice her and to take an interest and get a better look at her. She looked about 40 about 5”6, a bit thick, with an ordinary figure but with heavy breasts and firm thighs which as she was wearing a loose blouse and a short skirt showed off her tits and legs to perfection..