" That'd be really nice, Mrs. Douglas."She parked at the curb in front of her home, and I noted it was a splitlevel colonial in a pretty nice area of ...own. The status of the homewas an indicator of a fairly well off middle class family, and I wasalready looking forward to seeing how she had decorated and furnishedthe inside. As I walked behind her along the walkway toward the home, Icouldn't help but admire how she looked from even that view. Notexactly gorgeous, but obviously the type of. I was caressing and pressing her boobs too. She was giving light moans and was caressing my hairs. Then she grabbed my face and pressed my face to her boobs. “suck it beta” she said and I moved my head to her right boob and began to lick her erected nipples. I was pressing her left boob with one hand and with the other I was fingering her pussy. She was moaning in ecstasy “ ahhh ummm baby lick it. Go down and lick Dev.” I didn’t listen too her I wanted to tease her a bit. But she was being. “Shit,” Whitworth grumbled. “Everything would have been fine if they hadn’t found that crack in the ice wall. Now, I can’t not investigate it, and I can’t in reasonable conscience throw Morales out of his home to do it. Fuck! A lose-lose situation no matter what I do.”Both men were quiet for a time until Whitworth grabbed his phone and talked to the Sergeant who reviewed the vids, telling him that he (the General) needed to see him at the Sergeant’s earliest convenience, which was General speak. "Very well," Wolfgang agreed, removing his pistol slowly and placing it on the seat next to him."If you'll follow me, Herr Brandt," the man holding the passenger door said. "Herr Mozart is expecting you." Mozart?" Wolfgang breathed. "This just gets better and better."There were other men providing security around the house and grounds, Wolfgang noted. He saw at least two more men armed with MP7 submachine guns and doubtlessly there were others, concealed from plain sight. Whoever this Mozart.