”“You’re not much of a negotiator,” Owen laughed. “I’m missing our meeting right now, you know.”“I know, this is why I had to get you ...ight now.” Natasha said. “Your--Brett’s--The blonde has the coins?”“Yes, she should,” I nodded.“And you trust her?” Natasha said. “She changed men less than a month ago.”“A little under two weeks.”“You cannot know her well enough.” Natasha shook her head. “Brett thinks you drugged her. Your green haired slut has drugs. Is that how you caught the blonde?”“No, I. As I was leaving, I glanced into the downstairs toilet to see that there were a pair of panties and tights on the floor. I quickly let myself out. My heart was now pounding. I was trying to figure an innocent reason why my wife should have removed her panties. Had she had an accident? Probably not. Had she pee'd in my neighbours toilet while he was watching? Again probably not. I went straight outside and tried to think what to do. I went to the front window to try and see through the curtains,. "Amber walked quickly and slowly opened the door. Her eyes watered when she saw Gabriel lying on the bed completely knocked out. She walked over to him and held his hand."You'll be ok baby. I'm here with you."Office Danbury stood behind her. "Mr. Ramirez will be just fine. Now I need to just have a few words with you."Amber turned never letting Gabriel's hand go. "Yes?" It seems that your friend used to be involved in the drug business."Amber nodded. "Yes but he's changed his life for the. He noticed what I was doing and lifted his hands. All of a sudden I felt him spread my lips and start blowing lightly on my clit.“Unnhhh,” I half moaned half squealed, that was torture. He slid his index and fore-finger down my lips and back up to the top of my vagina, as he reached the top again, he spread his fingers, and blew on my clit while he held me open. He continued doing this until I started to cry in pleasurable tortured agony. Finally he withdrew his hands completely and I heard.