I put them in the laundry basket.’ Then she widened her legs to stand up. For a moment he actually thought he was going to cum on the spot. ‘But I...can’t go around in these dirty clothes.’ She pouted turning to face him. She toyed and tugged on the strings of her top, as if threatening to peel them off her arms and reveal her breasts to him. ‘Or would you like me to go naked after my shower?’ She sidled next to him pressing her body to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her pouting. He was baring an even uglier set of teeth in a vicious snarl."Makes me sick! Fuckin sick. Fuckin queer cunt!!" Suddenly he lunged at me, and I turned away, trying to protect myself from the assault. But it didn't come. I looked up, and saw Derek's broad back in front of me - between me and the weasel. I hadn't even noticed us stopping."I think you to need stop hassling this guy, and get off the bus." He was saying, quite calmly."Whasser matter? He your boyfriend?" said the weasel. Derek glanced. Now what was outside the manor wasn't really known to the sisters other then what they had seen the few times they'd been able to look out of windows. Still they could tell the pool was quite impressive complete with tropical foliage surrounding it and a stone waterfall.--However it was the inside of the mansion that the sisters knew the best. While it wasn't one of those massive one's the super rich and celebrities lived in it was still quite large. Taking at least acre itself maybe even two.. "Another suit got out of a big Mercedes and came to us. I recognized him, but couldn't place the name. He said, "We have a problem your service said you could handle. We have a situation similar to what you had in Mobile. The government doesn't care about the prostitution, or even the drugs so much, but they have discovered a large slave trading group that needs to be stopped. The French have a large contingent that needs to be led and you have the experience. Will you? Will you lead us?"I.