I slowly pull the knife from it’s sheath and toss it on the bar. “The money’s in the bag behind the bar,” I say, holding up my hands in surren...er. A deep rumbling laugh reverberates from Monster’s chest. “We’re not here for the money. We’re here for you,” he growls. My jaw drops and I stare in confusion. I don’t know what they intend, but I know, it’s not good. My mind is racing, who have I pissed off? Who would send these four after me? I don’t know, but I’m not going down without a fight. I. My clit was already engorged, I couldn’t believe it, the thought of an old man taking pictures of me was making me excited. As my finger brushed my pussy lips I was tingling and immediately slid two fingers in my crack, I was soaking!Common sense kicked in and I stopped myself.I decided that I would wear a red dress that was quite short above my knees and buttoned up the front, white 4” heels, black stockings, a white lace bra and panties, both of which were totally see through and a white. ” We shook hands and he left.I made phone calls to the offices of Pell, Ford, and Boren, to get five minutes with each of them. One thing I had learned, both on the first trip and this one, is the importance of face-to-face communications and thank you’s. With Pell and Ford, it was straightforward - thank you for seeing me last week, sorry if I disrupted anything, I appreciate the effort you took. Equally understood was the fact that Washington is a place of give and take, and I now owed them a. He was working with a 9-inch cock. I “accidently” pulled out his dick. As soon as his dick was out my eyes were looking down at his “sextrument”. I looked at his dick like I was pleasurably worried. The way his dick was looking and the way he was handling me you could tell that the phrase “large and in charge” fits him. He must have seen my expression because he said “You want it? Let me hear you say it, baby.” He understands me all too well because all he did was look at me to determine my.