Perhaps with food and a thorough cleaning, they might rise to questionable. I wouldn't bring them to the compound or to our safe house. Your last name...may be worth something, too. I think they are ripe to be captured again."'Also, when did you find out that I spoke Spanish?'"She smiled, 'I think, as a woman, I'm entitled to a few secrets. Let's go back in. You take Tomas and search out a place close by. I will talk to Dulce about last names.'"She went in and I waited outside. Tomas came out and. What can I do to make the risk worth taking?" She got a desperate look in her eye, which was replaced with a sudden determination as she unbuttoned the top fastener of her blouse. "I've seen how you look at my breasts, Jim. Isn't there something we can do to get my daughter that job?"-o0o-Thirty minutes later, her eyes watering, Marsha was re-zipping my trousers and wiping some stray semen from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Those naughty, bloated red lips of hers had. ‘I can tell,’ he said, wiping a stray crumb from my face. The act sent shivers down my spine. I looked up and our eyes locked, causing heat to flood my body. His lips barely parted, but I managed to make out what he said: ‘God, I want you in my bed.’ I gasped. Sure, I was shocked that a confession of such proportions had come from the lips of one of Bloomington’s finest, but I gasped more out of the effect his words had on me. If I wasn’t wet before, my underwear became drenched. I squirmed on. And besides, did I tell you the girl was hot? If I had to wear a pair of panties, I'd rather they'd been wrapped around Shauna's tight round ass than some other girl's flabby bubble butt, you know? Heck, I could have almost stolen all of her clothes and been happy, sorta, except for the fact that I needed to wear a skirt and blouse. Shauna had been wearing a pair of old, acid washed jeans and that wouldn't satisfy Stacy or her friends. I needed a pair of stockings and high heel shoes.