Why would they be interested in her, though? Drug mule? No. Doesn’t fit. Prostitute? Maybe, but why four guys? Eyewitness? Definite possibility. But...she should have had some sort of law enforcement escort. The last possible option was one he didn’t want to consider. Human Trafficking. Matt sighed heavily. Yeah. She fit the profile. Single woman, attractive, traveling alone. Landing in a big city, busy airport, close to the border with Mexico. Fuck! That had to be it. Bottom line? They wanted. “She…uh…knows what you and I do every day.”My stomach lurched. “Oh, great.”She smiled again. “No, it’s cool. Really. She asked me what you and I did when we were alone. So I told her.”“Everything?”“Yes, everything, silly. She’s my momma.”I couldn’t get my brain wrapped around what she was saying. “You mean…you told her everything, in detail? Like what?” I sat down on the bed, and started at the tiny backyard through the window. “That we do it every day. That you love to lick my pussy, and cum. Your hand also comes up to the breast I am suckling on to massage it more - to caress it into my mouth to stimulate, I know that your breasts are becoming more full, more engorged with blood as the manipulations of my hand and mouth treat your body to this erotic awakening.My fingers come out a little - circling around your bud of electric wild fire - teasing that switch that would rock you with orgasmic waves of raw feelings - your hand covers my hand making sure that I am slow and teasing in. Annette's father, with whom she lived alone, had been none too happy having her with him anyway, and the pregnancy seemed to give him an excuse to get rid of her. He threatened to have the police arrest Harold, who was 18 at the time, for knocking up his kid.Harold's parents intervened. Don and Wanda weren't rich, but their ranch house had enough room that they could allow Harold and Annette to live as husband and wife for a couple of years until the boy could get established with a steady.