The worst offender was a big guy dressed as Batman. He was in his early twenties and was quite determined.A slow song started and Gwen was relieved to...see Steve head in her direction. Before he reached her, Batman grabbed her wrist and began tugging her toward the dance floor. Gwen's temper flared at the man's arrogance, so she stood her ground. The fellow quickly became annoyed and jerked her arm to bring her closer. Steve's hand closed on the man's wrist."That's no way to treat a lady,". She was Mrs. Abigale Hanscomb, the wife of Clark Hanscomb, the owner and manager of the largest credit union in the Worcester area. The ransom was $750,000, not as big as some, but big enough to get everybody’s attention. Mrs. Hanscomb was 47 years old, and a surprising beauty for her age. Hanscomb wanted his wife back, and he was willing to pay our rates for her return.He called on us because, as usual, the FBI and Worcester Police were getting nowhere. We were grateful to get the job because. And this hug felt something quite different. My dick was hard. I was feeling so horny. The smell of her hair made that 10 times stronger. That I bit her on her neck. She cried “Aahh. Vedhanikkunnu da” (ouch. It hurts da). I released my teeth and started kissing and licking there. I knew that it would turn her on. We both were horny and getting on. I felt her warmth. I felt her heartbeat increasing. I could feel her nails pinching on my shoulders. I knew that its time to make a move. I slowly. Wait! Why are we discussing this right now?!Suddenly our conversation fell silent. The image he had planted in my head was really hot though. “I could…help you, you know?” I immediately felt foolish after that. Now he was the one almost choking on his beer.“What? No! You’re my friend. I can’t ask that of you!” “You’re not really asking, i’m offering.” I said. “Still. It’s not okay. I could never look you in the eyes again if you did that.” I thought for a a bit. “I know how we could solve that.