. big is Banco Ipanema?" he asked."No idea, but that's not the really interesting bit." Quad grinned. "We've got their account number. We can shut the... down."Corvus nodded, still sounding distracted. "Yes. Very well done. You should ... get right on that. I need to talk to Lucullus Memmius."Quad frowned and dismissed his team, sending one to go find the forensic accountant. When the two of them were alone, he came around to look down at the picture of the deposit slip over Corvus's shoulder.. “What do you think Jorge, one of the better ones?”“Yes sir, by far” he replied in a thick Spanish accent.Soon he came down my throat, and I had become an expert at swallowing every drop. I rose from his lap, my lipstick smeared and hair a mess, but with a smile. Mr. Thompson smiled back. “Well done slut. You’re becoming almost professional at this.” I blushed. “But now poor Jorge is horny, isn’t that right Jorge?”“Yes sir, very” he replied in his thick accent.Mr. Thompson grabbed me by the hair. Technically, Danny Ryan was both a boy and a friend - one of the best friends she’d ever had. He just wasn’t the boyfriend most people took him for. Their friendship went back to grammar school and was based on a lot firmer foundation than sex. Not that sex didn’t enter into in, at least on one occasion.Like thousands of other girls, Annette had lost her virginity on prom night, which had been held a week after her 18th birthday. Like so many of her contemporaries, she had found it a somewhat. I clicked on the message and to my surprise it was from a black guy. “Wya” I responded with I can’t host. His reply was I can host and then he sent a pic of his BBC. I had never seen a black dick in person before. For some reason, I was intrigued and seeing a picture of his BBC made me excited. I nervously replied with a picture of my face. After a minute or two there was no response, so I assumed he found me ugly and went on to find someone else.Just when I gave up on him he sent me another.